Let me tell you the tale of my mother Not the one who physically bore me The one who the High Priest stated that hovers Over me, protects me, lives through me Known to Catholics as Our Lady of Charity Best known to our Afro-Boriquen…

Hail the name of Ganesha Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha With a elephant’s head Given after yours was cut off By Shiva, petulant Shiva Hail the name of Ganesha, Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha Made of earth and shaped by his own mother Easily holds…

Jump rope twirling Ponytails whirling Jumping singing Voices ringing Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Black as taboo Down in the bayou Worse than voodoo Hear when they say to you Step on a crack, break your mother’s back   Teardrops no…

Z (scratching his ass) I saw you the other night. U up? L (lotioning her elbows) Yes. Z U up? L Did I not make that clear? Z LOL. U still mad? L Why would I be? Z idk. Things got crazy that night. L…

Under the silver waters, she waited for his return from Avalon. Excalibur shone eternal, hanging from her side as she dancedin the seaweed when the mermaids would visit. He has slept.His time would again come when England needed him most and she would be by…

it is not a sin to wear pants Mulan, St. Joan of Arc, Marinus, Pope Joan, Anne Bonny it is not a sin to wear pants to disguise yourself as a man to do the things peculiarly reserved for men, it is not a sin…

    Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths   Myths and superstition tales of yore the art of creating something out of thin air to take away people’s ability to think and act for themselves. To shepherd the…

Write a poem that involves some kind of ancient myth. The myth can be from any cultural background or origin, but I am not interested in modern myths. The older the better. The poem can go into the details of the myth and be a…

As the winter days ahead begin to darken and draw down I will slip quietly to work inside this golden room. My joy is twofold: in catching the memory here and in finding the moment of light. Early in the morning, this tiny space is…

It’s evening and, finally, I’ve got my market tomatoes and holy basil. More adults than children crowded the lines, but, in my raincoat, I’m impervious. With no rancor, I manage to elbow through the throngs. I’ve funds enough for what I need and almost feel…