I can venture out right now, in sloppy hills of valleys where every height gives fright. The ups and down are sudden, when I am on car of wooden. I ride the car, getting millions of scars to make memorable my drastic oldage while I…

Ingredients 1. Face mask 2. social distancing 3. Stay home when sick or not essential 4. Kindness and non-judgment 5. Thinking of others Directions: Wear your face mask and maintain at least 6 feet social distancing to keep others safe. If you are sick, stay…

To Manifest Your Desires Ingredients for you, and me . . . Know you are: God Christ Power To Create: Imagine What You Desire (Christ Consciousness) God (Create An Image In Your Imagination) Know (It has already manifested) Pray (In gratefulness, as it already is)…

Rescue dog from a shelter Foster dog (one, two or three) Pregnancy via your best friend California King bed Music First, go to a high kill animal shelter. Select one or two dogs using heart and intuition. Wait one year for dogs to decompress and…

Black girl magic bars Crush white supremacy into dust Mixed with the fat of the land Top with chocolate Serve piping hot Along with white tears    

She shares my laughter and soothes my pain embraces darkness and celebrates rain. She’s the only person who accepts me for me. When I encounter a blind spot she helps me to see. I’ve never known anyone so strong and wise A stalwart soul who…

She writes gazes in metaphors, Using pen to paper as conviction, She throws shade beneath her shades, Choosing her words precisely, She cuts into emotional baggage of readers, before bringing it to life in moving imagery, Does she ever distract her reader from gazing towards…

Shoot her with your hurtful words Like a balloon, she will float up in the sky Cut her with your sharp actions Like a kite, she will, after a try, fly high Burn her with your hateful eyes Like a phoenix, she will rise and…

I do not know her. Not in the sense “does anyone really know another person,” But in the sense “she lived a tormented life” “she was genius” “she eviscerated her soul, and turned it into poetry” “she was narcissistic” “she was severely depressed” “she tried…

Life’s Hero in a Pandemic, Poetry Submission #1, Ann WJ White My mother sits in her living room, polishing grave stones from afar. She paces back and forth on worn carpet, exercising her legs and mind. The photos she takes from the window highlight trees…