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”

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?”

A Spider in Your Palm

You’ve showed up. You’ve said yes. You’ve stood at the door and knocked asking for answersLooking for a way to rise above the person you were last year. You’ve done your work in secret and shared what you had with the world. Now, the healing comes. Rolling hillsThe eyes that switch and shift in darknessonlyContinue reading “A Spider in Your Palm”