Infatuation


I never have fancied myself as the “love poem” type of poet Rather’d I be more caught up in passionate feelings surrounding Political revolutions Welfare systems And Hot, grimy, funky sex The kind that instantly brings memories of wet bed sheets Probably ain’t have no business doing it in the first place But it sho…

A Season of Opportunity


There is a place I’ve wanted to move to for many years now unfortunately several things have prevented that from happening. About an hour ago I saw a window of opportunity. My heart fluttered. It’s marked with challenges but the thought of living in that place is worth the effort. This is such a short…

A Moment Never Forgotten


A very sleepy good morning to you. I lay awake in my bed early this morning listening as another September 11 crept through the night. It’s a day that silence will never keep quiet. In this moment I feel a sober thoughtfulness for those that lost their lives to such senseless acts. & then I…