the death I’ll wish I had

“One is love. The other is finding a way of coping with life that does not push love away.” – on the two pillars of life, with regards to living a healthful one of quality and happiness, after a 75-year study, Dr. George Vaillant   There are things we grow up with in our heads,…

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fuck me poetic [a poem]

fuck me poetic. kiss me free of syntax make me scream in tongues pen me down with the bed as your scroll smear my ink across the sheets until every edition of webster’s and Koenig pouring forth upon the both of us.   “exulansis” rolling down your back, “silience” dripping from my neck, “gnossienne” shared,…

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my year inadequately summed [a personal note]

This, this is just for me, for my collection, but I share it because maybe you’ll find something that clarifies some aspect of something you’ve read or feel inspired by something you see. 2014 has been a most incredible year, on so many levels. When I consider the impact it has had on me already…

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love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.

(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….

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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on the power in one (excerpt of a poem)

’tis the season for lighted candles and much reflection on the year’s end. Does your flame flare with intent to ignite or are you just running to the end of your own wick? The small flame Illuminates the waxen still corpses Magnifying the shadows ominously of the sleeping Beside it, like a friendly, taunting threat…

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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…

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