The Poet & Writer

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

Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

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

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

I Walk On Through

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

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

In a Series of Events

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.