Blooming In The Dark (NaPoWriMo 8 of 30)


Some flowers have learned enough to bloom in the dark Others have found a new means of safety Closing their petals at night to keep their pollen moist They open to attract the things which breathe life into them Closing against night predators that only attempt to take Conserving energy by closing themselves to things…

Destiny (NaPoWriMo 7 of 30)


I have never given that much thought to destiny Simply having an understanding that my life work was meant to begin with paper and pen Writing has always been my gift A love of reading and speaking somehow transformed into taking place on public stages where I share my pain and hurt Pour my all…

Butterflies (NaPoWriMo 6 of 30)


You You give me butterflies The fluttering kind Down between the center Right in the middle Up from the bottom I feel you there Felt you there Instant attraction I met your aura before your mouth uttered a word Felt you enter my cypher before you crossed my eye A missed encounter I couldn’t bring…

Head In The Clouds (NaPoWriMo 5 of 30)


For days I’ve attempted to find a face in the clouds Looked hard Opened my mind Seeking but only finding blue space Coming to the slow realization that at some point in time you no longer seek what isn’t there because you’ve learned to focus on what is But it doesn’t mean that it  was…

Baked to Memory (NaPoWriMo 3 of 30)


Alabama heat sweltering The steady clack clack clack of peas hitting aluminum pans Fly swatter in hand Slippers patting carpeted floors Glasses held in place by facial features as soap operas play on old TV screens An undeniable smell drifting through the house The sweetness of freshly shifted flour combined with milk, sugar, vanilla, butter, and…

S.P.A.C.E (NaPoWriMo 2 of 30)


S.P.A.C.E (2 of 30) Searching Profusely Against Consuming Energy to find a space of freedom in this place Boundless three-dimensional extensions of relative matter where nothing matters Amongst debates of nature, essence, and existence Right-handed Cartesian coordinates of empirically perceived experiences Life is but moments of matter gathered to form circumferential cycles Pulled into the…