For the Morning Sip

For the Morning Sip

by | Mar 4, 2017 | Poetry

It could be an oxymoron Like Decaf coffee Or democratic racism Or just words on a page A wall A tattoo on an elbow When you draw on rocks What does that change? You, I think There are ghosts in the machine Or smoke blown up an arse Perhaps this is too political for a...

An Almost Hilarious Christmas Haunting

by | Dec 23, 2016 | Poetry

My sassy little sedan is out of commission for a bit, but everyone walked away. Everyone involved had a derivative of one of my brother’s names. One was named Andrew. Another was named Michael, and Andrew’s father was named Rich (that’s too close to...

Eulogy for a Rose

by | Oct 8, 2016 | Poetry

In the garden of life, even the most beautiful and precious roses die. Biscuit was a piece of my heart with paws. So glad he was in my life. So sad he’s gone.       Life is its own reminder to live...

Does this Sound Familiar?

by | Sep 19, 2016 | Poetry

I am worthy I am real I screw it up, but more than that I can have greatness I can do great things I can rise happily From my most heinous mistakes I am talented I work hard I know it, but more than that I am blessed I can bless My eyes are opening (yes, again) to My...

For “My Girls”

by | Jul 16, 2016 | Poetry

Let us be the girlfriends we are Discombobulated All getting it all together Dancing alone and pushing through the music Let me smile at my Bridget Joneses Kadijah Jameses Carrie Bradshaws I’ve laughed at tables during hilarious meals Watched movies and cried...