More About Me


Peace, I rarely direct traffic on my site to one place or another. I am involved in various projects and this morning I’d like to invite you to learn a little more about me. Below are a few of my other websites that I invite you to take a look at. NDC Catering (You didn’t…

Trust In The Lord 7/30


As a little girl I can remember feet stomping rhythmically Small wooden church at the top of an old country hill Dry red dirt dusting my pearly patent leather white shoes Fans on high-speed Bodies rocking Eyes rolled deep into the back of praying heads Tears streaming Wooden church pews sagging with the weight of…

Dirty Deeds 6/30


*Disclaimer* I have always refrained from sharing my really erotic works. Well in preparation for some upcoming platforms I’m stepping out of my comfort zone. This is not safe for work lol. I like my women Oshun thick Black lace and boy shorts Knees curls up Toes barely touching the sheets Legs spread open I…

Midnight Whore 5/30


Feeling reckless like utterly unconcerned about the consequences of some action Truth or dare I’m going all the way without hesitation Articulating dirty metaphors in your ear Like A told B to C D E right inside of me I’m trying to cohabit a few hours at a time Pack a bag and be gone…

Organic Love 4/30


I came across a writing prompt that challenged me to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities. Well…. Here is what I have. Let’s call this Organic Love Your Black Beauty…

Cops And Robbers 3/30


My 11-year-old brother wants to know why he is not allowed to play with toy guns Without hesitance I tell him At 5’1 and well over a hundred pounds You look like every other “nigga” that some trigger happy cop arrested last night You are clumsy and react slowly when scared or startled so before…

Indian Giver 2/30


I take it back May this moment serve as permanent notice that everything I vowed or sworn is officially null and void Written intentions spinning a willful dependence Every beautifully crafted word written on promises never breathed into existence Independent of the presence of make-believe realities White picket fences, 2.4 kids, and your puppy Well thought…