Poetry

Sedan. Hatchback.  Pickup Truck. Types of engines Skins of metal Holding it all together Making it through the masses some of the time Other...

  Like they did most afternoons, the two went on a walk—Mama in a dress, pushing Baby in a stroller. Two months old, babbling in spurts of i...

  Within a mere sigh of time Exhilaration laughed  out loud at lift-off. We were clouds, falling  through reflection in the lake sky Water a...

Scorn Fields Why are your hands empty? After so much reaping,  you should be full with harvest Even though the grass is dry and the feline m...

It has been hard to let go. Difficult to process and seemingly impossible to grasp. I was holding on to those caricatures of old. Layers of ...

  Let us pause to have a listen to the musical unfolding of Black History.  (click on the links for your listening pleasure ) Black History ...

I’m not sure when my love faded or when it fell flat on its flimsy face. When I was small, I must have loved her. It seems that children kno...