I am not a man I am rooibos, earl grey, chai. I'm a bag of spices and herbs Sitting in a tub surrounded by ice and wind. Sharing my insides with others. The breeze above our human tea, A chilled request for embrace.
I am racing the sunset to my doorstep. Ready Set . . . Go! Jet in taxi Last text message sent. Smooth jazz oiling disjointed eardrums As I prepare for a sandwich of clouds. The water below resembles a Sequined welcome mat; A glittery invitation to follow the current course. We pierce the fluff ceiling … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – The Race
They asked me who you were, Who the "she" must be on the other side, The one receiving my poetry; Texts; Attention. I'm a professional dancer, Avoiding names like uneven pavement, Stepping sure to save grace. We are a pirouette, A spin move, A side step for inquiring eyes. For me, You have in all ways … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – On Dancing
Uncertainty Is knowing where you need be, What you want, How the taste should be; But the day is flavored fog. When you are hitchhiking your way With baggage twice the size your heart. All you want is a hand, But you can't see a foot forward. You think of the beauty you've seen; You … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – Uncertainty
Everything is what it's gonna be. The bags packed. Every nothing that I've forgotten will be in its place when I return. The drinks have known my throat. Duty-free knows my passport and tonight will become today tomorrow. This is the beginning of documentation; Of flight without feathers. We sigh into the sky; A steel … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – Departure
The act of packing is You Physically preparing For an imaginary experience. Foretelling the future In hopes of being ready for everything. You are never ready for anything. You trudge through laundry baskets, Recharge batteries and pretend you can plan For your life to change. We make reasons to bring things we know we will … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – on packing
I've been knowing; Speaking things into existence. Finding and creating love; Reinforcing the love currently residing in our hearts. This is what I've wanted to do. Me. Being. Its the process of learning ones self Owning ones self And choosing to make things happen. It takes support. From the love you have fostered; And love … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – The Planning Process