Friday’s Poem 11.15.13

by | Nov 15, 2013 | Poetry

UntitledOur cocoons areOpening upLots of thingsGiftsLossesChangesLike wings unfurlingStrengthened through pressureSlow cracksBits of light and airFiltering through mucusChange is wet sometimesStickySmells funnyUnprettyNot always for public consumptionDespite being in...

Friday Poetry 10.18.13

by | Oct 18, 2013 | Poetry

For the BabyBlessed by blood and bonePortents of a coming lifeDark days contractA beautiful harvest of life to comeI am not my ownI never really wasAnd youYou wereultimatelynever mineMy family is an amazing maze of triumphs and failures. Heroic acts and artistic...

Friday Poetry 10-11-13

by | Oct 11, 2013 | Poetry

Summer 2010, Washington, DC © Tiffany MoniqueTwo Weeks NoticeIf overthinking were a jobI was a Chief Administrative OfficerAnd hating my positionI had a beautiful officeIn a beautiful buildingIn the middle of a stormOf my own creationAnd I loved and hatedMy own...

Friday Poetry 9.27.13

by | Sep 27, 2013 | Poetry

Inspired by the phrases…”Danger is very real, but fear is a choice.” – Will Smith, After EarthI will say itI will give no quarter to the lieThe bindThe one that says I must say lessGive lessBe lessBecause it scares you(and by the way, if you...

Friday Poetry 9.20.13

by | Sep 20, 2013 | Poetry

Weeding Word Weeds  A word weed, finding itself sacred, begs to overgrow and overthrow me. It’s like being accosted by a thought, or worse a thought process that chokes the effervescence of creativity within me.  I don’t want to be this weird....