Disposable Things

Disposable Things

Disposable Things This poem is autobiographical. My uncle, Roosevelt Green, aka, Ninny was a slender, handsome man. Born sixth of eleven children, he most physically resembled my grandfather. After losing my grandfather, Uncle Roosevelt lived in my parents’ home. He...
Who welcomed you?

Who welcomed you?

Who welcomed you? One of our greatest fears revolves around rejection. The need for welcome and reception are central to feeling accepted, knowing that we belong. But we were empowered to do that most important work ourselves- to welcome ourselves to this alien world....
Tending My Soul

Tending My Soul

Tending My Soul Sometimes, your very soul needs to breathe. Is there an app for that? Well, there is a poem for it. Enjoy. Tending my soullike the small potted Daffodil on kitchen ledgewhile the Bougainvillea outdoorsplurges and spills over the white washed walls into...
Ol’ Woman

Ol’ Woman

Ol’ Woman You can tell a lot about a person just by looking them in the face: the lines, crow’s feet, wrinkles, warts, and moles are the typography of a life. Tragedy’s wisdom and future’s courage are written there. A young lady, not accustomed to slavery’s venom,...
Ode to a Skin Head

Ode to a Skin Head

Ode to a Skin Head Even the most loathsome person has a soul, and that soul has a story. Each life has a backstory- that doesn’t excuse choice but makes room for repentance and change. Hitler is your heroYou say, ‘therewere no death camps’beating blindlydefenseless...
Easter Morn’ Toast

Easter Morn’ Toast

Easter Morn’ Toast Black preachers have a way about them- their posturing, wringing of sweat-laden handkerchiefs, and that definite treble in their voices. Actors and orators both, they can bring alive deep truths and make them resonate in our souls. This morning’s...