“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.” -Allen Ginsberg I find that poetry comes to me in a rebellious way. If I force it out of me, it’s not as good, but if IContinue reading “The Poetry Process”
Category Archives: Poetry
Moon Mood
“The chief enemy of creativity is ‘good’ sense.” – Pablo Picasso Liberate me. Let me walk away from all your logic and experience. Let me move with the moon and write the waves across your skin. I am but a woman. Whole and full and round from enjoying the best my life has to offer.Continue reading “Moon Mood”
Needed this Poem
Quest By Georgia Douglas Johnson The phantom happiness I sought O’er every crag and moor; I paused at every postern gate, And knocked at every door; In vain I searched the land and sea, E’en to the inmost core, The curtains of eternal night Descend—my search is o’er. This poem hit home for meContinue reading “Needed this Poem”
Words have Power
“A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.”― N. Scott Momaday, The Way to Rainy Mountain “The forces of my writing -the power of my words -could swallow me whole if I let them. But I’ve learned to taper them. Tape them toContinue reading “Words have Power”
The Forces of My Writing
The forces of my writing -the power of my words -could swallow me whole if I let them. But I’ve learned to taper them. Tape them to walls and use them to patch holes in my heart and my thighs and the small of my back -the place he never brushed to gently guide meContinue reading “The Forces of My Writing”
Our Place
*Our Place* On the edge with fish that nip and monsters that drag you so deep you can’t see the light of day.Inside black books never banned because they’re only read by a select few.Beneath the drums that lift and expose you all at once.Teeth, it’s always between themtruth,not hidden but not recognized either.Our placeContinue reading “Our Place”
The Flight
The rush of wind against your skinThe freedom from it allTo be known To be feltah, you think you’ve found refuge ButThe ghosts will followBecause when you’re called, that is the freedomTen more -can you feel it?Only fifty more -can you taste it?Step off the scale and seewhat the world truly has to offerwhen youContinue reading “The Flight”
You Me and the Universe
The way you sinkfrom underestimatingyour own power is humanbut ohthe way youmake oceans swellwith your strength to carry on.It makes bones chatterStrips me bareI am here to watch the tidesrise and fall.These visits in the dark,-reminders that lifeis meant to be felt.And oh how our souls knows this well.-Jayne
No Man is an Island
‘No Man is an Island’No man is an island entire of itself; every manis a piece of the continent, a part of the main;if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europeis the less, as well as if a promontory were, aswell as any manner of thy friends or of thineown were; any man’sContinue reading “No Man is an Island”
Who is James Baldwin?
James Baldwin according to The Poetry Foundation is a “novelist and essayist of considerable renown, [who] bore witness to the unhappy consequences of American racial strife.” James Baldwin wrote “Go Tell It on the Mountain, The Amen Corner, Notes of a Native Son, Nobody Knows My Name, The Fire Next Time, No Name in the Street, and TheContinue reading “Who is James Baldwin?”
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