I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift. I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha's Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting. I was fortunate enough to attend this program a… Continue reading Revised: An Empty Love Letter
Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I posted a blog. I have not been writing much since the dreaded writer's block has made its way into my life and has settled down for the long haul. Recently, I decided that I need to break through this writer's block and I have been… Continue reading Creative Writing HELP
To wish on a star in the dark of night shows true faith, belief and courage of the heart. That is what has been captured here by K.D. Dowdall. Please take the time to look at her blog you will not be disappointed.
If you wish upon a star,
For true love’s sake,
Please don’t tell it,
Where you are,
For stars are fire,
And it will surely,
Take your sight,
For if your love is true,
No star can ere replace,
The light of love,
Upon your face,
Should there be,
The darkest night.
K. D. Dowdall
I want to be a poet, so I say "I am a poet." I want to be a writer, so I say "I am a writer." I have these tales in my head I write them down. I have these poems I place in this dumping ground. They're rough draft versions that need much work.… Continue reading The Poet & Writer
You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer's conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity. Check out her blog. Oh, and… Continue reading Let’s Share: Lisa St. John
In passing- you walked on by without a word, moved away so stealthily- swiftly moved and out of sight; careening on your route. I moved on by, afraid to speak- for fear you’d laugh at me; I thought I might break my flight; and ask you words out loud, Alas, I choked- I turned away.… Continue reading In Passing
Melancholy rises in your purposeful flesh. Giving way to dread, All the sorrows of your worth, I see- Melancholy lives inside.
I walk on through the halls, Of - these places once unknown to me. I reminisce about those who- once upon a time I met in the classroom corridors. I stop and view the scenery Of learning right in front of me. I think about the memories- that have shaped me. I view the waves… Continue reading I Walk On Through
Underneath my pale skin- below this white concealment the spirit of; African beats; Taino blood; European conquest- this is the Caribbean echo of my being; The blood which flows- Exposing this- American identity. My history; I recall- The darker skins that preceded me. The caramel flesh my daughters possess; the tangled hair that sits on… Continue reading Underneath My Pale Skin
A poem inspired by a book I did not enjoy, Love in the Time of Cholera. In reading this tale I couldn't wait for it to end but not because I wanted to see what happened. What I got from it was the discovery of love and interpretation of what that means for each person involved.