Don’t you know that you’re my hero?He/roLike “hei” like “The Name” and “ro” like “rest”The Name of RestMy sanctuaryGroundingHomeOr ho’me of my originsHoldmeHol’meHomeHome, hero. (June 2020)
Tag: home
(this love is homemade) [micropoem]
There’s a warmth in your mouth, your kiss, unlike others – a sense of belonging, fitting; you taste like home.
(They ask me how is my husband) [a micropoem]
Wrapped up in a type of permanence No alloy band or stamped certificate Could ever every convey, We made camp in one another But, accidentally, called it “home.”
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…
Sharkey Speaks 