Grandma’s Way Pt 2

by | Jul 8, 2017 | Poetry

  “Is it you?” I heard in my summer dream, a few days after I saw Grandma’s eyes on me. I’d been walking by her window for months. I’d never heard her voice or even caught her attention so far as I knew. I never saw her eyes. I...

Grandma’s Way

by | Jul 1, 2017 | Poetry

I saw her on the way back home from work. Everyday. Just walkin’ by didn’t make me anyone special, but I wondered about her after a time. Sometimes she would look at her arm, or perhaps it was her wrist. Sometimes she was sippin’ something. Coffee,...
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...

Committed to the Ridiculous

by | Feb 5, 2017 | Poetry

I am committed to the ridiculous. It must be so. There is no life without the ridiculous loaf. Crossed legged on a tree trunk, hair spikes, singing Daft Punk, and bravery to debunk the rule of the mundane. I salute you, wings out, flying. I blaze the trail. There is...

Little Lioness

by | Jan 21, 2017 | Poetry

For Jazmine Rogers, with great respect. Her roar is small For now But you can hear what it will be Still she Waits impatiently for the shine of her own sweet self To dim so she can handle it She can’t see it quite yet Oh but she sees much Her black child magic...