Many thoughts culminating in my mind in response to the disappointment of the grand jury reaffirming our institutionalized flaws and the recent death of Tamir Rice, the dragged out review of incidents surrounding John Crawford’s wrongful public murder, and the social media response. Perhaps it’s a narrow view to have, but to be white in…
Category: Poetry
the destruction we bring one another
Flashback Friday – how much foresight I didn’t know the words carried. Set before me a hundred canvases, Call them my calendar, And I will paint your face on the next and The next and the next… Ever you are there: I shut my eyes to hide from yours And your laugh roars louder;…
new poem
A lighthearted call to love against the institution. Added here.
throwback: fire
Fires Under foot Ignite the heals of my heart These words I gave to you No use for them on my tongue now Keep what you will I walk away on ashes and coals Letting the pages burn
the antedote and virus are of the same fabric
It was hope yet That kept us alive Pushing forward into the new day With faces upturned to the sun Receiving second chance as flowers cleanse their faces on the new rain Hope fed in faith, Faith spurned on memory But it these memories now which hold the trigger snugly Ironic smirk pressed upon the…
some Friday lunchtime sensuality
Warning: This may be blush inducing for only the very sensitive. I generally keep these to myself and a very select audience, but this one just keeps calling to be read. [sweet honey bee] Tell me your secrets – write them on the tip of your tongue and spill them like velvet on my soul, I’ll…
Feature by unFold
Nothing new to contribute today, but I had a chance to login from Haiti and see one of my micropoems featured by unFold. unFold specifically publishes tweet-sized pieces of poetry and they are a pretty fantastic addition to have in your feed if you are active on Twitter. Check it out!
the past hurts because the future is crying for our affection
Walking through memories on paper like an abandoned town Smiles advertise misleading claims to be better, stronger, more durable While a single bus rushes by Carrying self-conscious chatter To rigid exercises in rote memorization Of dehumanizing data sets and the ways society wants us to be. Overgrown fingers of weeds scratch my thighs with eager…
The Burning
Mistaking her warmth for love, He wrapped his arms around her fiery limbs, Burning with what he confused for passion Being blinded by the ash of his heart burned alive, Breathed her in, filled his lungs with smoke and the fumes of dying soul Extinguishing the hopes of others And choked too late trying to…
clarity in ink
Sometimes, words strike me in sentences before I’ve comprehended the message. A servant to the pen, I write. And all at once, I’ve been forsaken the ability to apologize For who I am Because you will never find another like me – Who am I to feel sorry for that? The most meaningful…
The Jeweler
She was a raw opal stone – A rough and brilliant fire; What set him apart Was the idea to craft a setting all her own, Cradling high with arms of gold that would hold no other, Rather than cut her down To fit the premolded designs of the rest.
Of the mind
I have a lot swimming in my head lately, especially as I ready myself for new adventures long-awaited. Today’s micropoems honour that from two different perspectives. I sit and I wonder, “will it be wise of me to write these thoughts in my head?” To attempt penning their wild nature in domesticated syntax and fitted…
Sharkey Speaks 