Rose’s Sestina It was July. Trees were green. Grandma sat on the porch smoking and arguing with Pop about forever. Although, there isn’t much to tell a grown man, they learn lessons best from time. I resented her for wasting words. I only love Jesus more than words and on
Waiting to be heard you never will be. This is dedicated to the Windy City. Ill I know it is. Seeking light in darkness. Vacant playgrounds, swings screech in the wind, empty again. Pop, pop, pop! The fire’s out, replaced with firearms. Cardinals nest in the park no song in
“Skip to my Lou pretty lady” it was still funny even though he said it every single day. He’s my skipper and I’m the first mate. So naturally I’m Lou. Saturday came quick as I anxiously anticipated our alone time. It was our first day without passengers in two weeks and
It’s not easy being a dreamer. King in 1967: My dream has ‘turned into a nightmare’ – The Daily Nightly.
I see through it and around it. Miami heat is nothing to play with. Honestly I’m astounded, and annoyed to be surrounded. I’m out here melllllting. On beds of doubtfully baked air. Trust has us but us seldom means much. Imagine if giving up was an option. Ha! Never! I
My dreams are brighter than me, so I often sit and watch and listen. Boom … boom … boom! Footsteps from behind, but I was afraid to turn and look. Then I was mad at myself for being so shook. Fear is a waste of time. Surprises can be overwhelming.
It’s hot as hell and humid too. Is it ok not to be okay? Should I believe you? I threw the signal in the air and waited by the beach for the hero. What good will a selective savior do for someone in my condition? I crave consistence. Yet
I did not anticipate how full I would feel at the conclusion of the 17th Annual American Black Film Festival here in Miami on South Beach. My mind and soul were stuffed with information, encouragement, and motivation. I didn’t know how fortunate I was until it was over. I
I closed my eyes and I fell. At first I rolled. Then I began to bounce. Before I knew it I was free falling. Or maybe I was floating? I’m not sure how, why, or when, but eventually I came to a full stop. I crashed right into you. You