Today, I am working on my poems, and I must have hit a nerve. I began to squirm. Writing from a place of vulnerability can be exhausting, in part because of the emotional toll it can take on you. Exploring past issues, rehashing out experiences that were once dead and done, reliving memories can be… Continue reading Poetry and Me
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
When you can't write just breathe. Sit back listen to music, read some books then when it feels just right pick a pen.
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
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.