by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Unearthed For anyone who has ever worked in a garden, pruning, weeding, hoeing, planting, you will know that the earth does not yield its pleasures so easily. Hard labor, and nothing trite, is needed to unearth its beauty. Our soul can be hardest of grounds, and...
by Mella Davis | Feb 2, 2021 | Poetry
When I Walked Thru the Door Intercession, the way the old black women used to do it, with moaning and groans, well that takes me back to my childhood. All night long walking the floor and tears streaming down eyes are testaments to a mother’s love. When I walked thru...
by Mella Davis | Feb 2, 2021 | Poetry
Love Letter Mostly, I miss your love letter, even though you send them through the post every day. When I blink my eyes, I am greeted with the sights and sounds of your love letter. So bright and noisy, the cacophony might try and drive me mad. Your love letter is in...
