(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….
Author: Sharkey
Writer | lover | educator | traveler | learner | humanitarian | advocate | seeker | light warrior | divine woman |
Living is my art and love is my masterpiece.
Home Alone (or, How a Soloist Celebrates the Holidays)
I hung two stockings, one for a cat I’ll probably never see again and another for my baby (also a cat) visiting his grandparents in Texas. I wrapped gifts for Angel Tree children (all purchased from either small or black-owned businesses to support the #NotOneDime initiative while brightening some kids’ holidays) and a few more…
a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson
A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…
on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)
(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…
fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain
Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…
3 micropoems
Happy winter solstice. As I close this day and prepare for my final deep meditation of the night, I depart on a few micropoems that, beyond what most of my readers will know, say much on the reflections of the past seasons, all in analogy, of course, to nature. (canon) Like a river you rushed…
In the image of god [a crafted thought]
I was one of those theatre kids in high school – except, probably not the kind of theatre kid you’re thinking of because, maybe owing to the talent that was our director, our theatre department accepted creativity and talent without demanding it look bizarre and attention-seeking. I love every side of theatre, from the dramaturgy…
throwback Thursday: marigolds [a personal crafted thought]
I took the liberty of making some transparent edits for the sake of attempting relevancy, for marigolds still act in this way on me. They are a most potent gift and will soothe me to my dying day, this I know. Yet, even as I started into the third paragraph, I realized there is not…
when the world shatters
i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…
heaven and night: micropoems
Scraps I found while cleaning out some files from many years ago. I’ve always loved micropoems. (brocade) Sky burst with confetti flame. As a child, I believed heaven was in the sky. War thunders in my chest. Twice a year, I live to see heaven burst. (the final say) You’ll never find me jealous of…
the cheesiest (a rhyme)
I’m not a rhymer, nor one for cheesy patterns and attempted meter and shit, but this light-heartedness followed me and was just what I needed to contrast the heavier piece that will be tomorrow’s finish (a crafted thought on the topic of weighing self versus community, stimulated by something a student said today that went…
poem published in print – read it online
While in Haiti for a month, I had my mail stopped and received it in bulk just the other day. Scouring through the many depressing bills, annoying credit offers, and miscellaneous other items that simply weren’t anything but an excuse to fund the US Postal system and our tree slaying ventures, I came across my…
Sharkey Speaks 