Poetry

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Voices

Voices

The juke joint for some people is as much a sanctuary as the church. They offer incense and worship at the bar’s confessional.The cafe looked worse on d’inside than...

Empty Baskets

Empty Baskets

At some time or other, we have all felt as if we arrived empty-handed, depleted, with no more to give. The crumbs from our tables, even that we hold onto tightly. For...

The Wall

The Wall

Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed (2 Kings 20:2-6). God heard his lamentations and added 15 years to his life. Sometimes, what seems to be hemming us in,...

De Huse Niggah

De Huse Niggah

We are all siblings, brothers and sisters, made by one Creator, Father God. How can we not sympathize with each other? Race is a manmade construction, for according to...