I'm compelled to post because it's been over half a year since I've posted. I'm moved to tell you all about a year of growth, expansion, and joy. Of some of my struggles and how I'm making a way through them. But so much has happened that it's a bit daunting to think about writing. … Continue reading Between The Stitches – November 2018
Mood music - Heart don't stand a chance Anderson.Paak I'm an artist. We are pack rats stuffing emotions into pouches. We stumble upon them when cleaning house and spend half a day reminiscing about that time the cutie we peeped shot us a glance. I know I personally get giddy when I think of a … Continue reading Between The Stitches – February
Song of the Month: Frank Ocean - Solo Last year was a devils dance. Much of the year was coming to terms with the facts that hope dies and love is only the beginning of the healing. I'd spent the first half of the year building my reserves; preparing for loss and acknowledging the fear I hold. What fear you … Continue reading Between The Stitches – January
Hey There All!!! If you are following this blog, then you probably know that I am a writer. I've been sharing my poetry publicly for nearly 15 of my 34 years of life, and I'm finally ready to release a book. So I don't have the money myself to publish, so I've made pre-orders available … Continue reading Pre-Order’s for My Book Are Live!
To A grandmother; In the twilight years after you've watched your friends wither away, You begin to look at life and see yourself surrounded by graves. I can relate. From the grandson who Arrived in the 80s, Watched his friends die in the 90s, And prays his students don't waste away now. You need to … Continue reading Letters to Grandma
We put limitations on what we can do according to time, saying that there isn't a lot of time in this life When the only thing we really have it time, the longest thing we can do in life is live.... Older lady at bus stop One hand clutches to red marker as if a … Continue reading Red Marker Epiphany
I. He’s no longer a man No, demoted to a sack of blood and marrow shards Wrapped in sinew. Dangling like post-celebration piñatas. His plasma, dripping jelly-like from the center of this pastry. “Nigger had it coming; he gandered at that white woman down the way…” II. Our first kiss was a drunken maelstrom … Continue reading Race Relations in 3 Part Movement