feed-back
Sometimes I was early and sometimes I arrived late. Put so many people on, always shared my plate. Made em’ carryout boxes while they ate. Was born into calamity but always knew I was great!
Senses
Invision beyond what you see. Grasp beyond what you feel. Interpret beyond what you hear. Ingest beyond what you taste. Inhale beyond what you smell. INSIGHT: This poem was created on April 14, 2019. In
Helene: An autumn storm
As I sit and admire the force of nature, she alarms my dog and I. Helene is set upon a reckoning. Although I have candles and lanterns lit, the dining room walls appear to be
GRATEFUL
As I head down the corridor, I am greeted with high traffic energy and mono-toned colored walls. Upon arrival to Room A423, I’m greeted by doctors, nurses and all sorts of beeping equipment. The space
BITTER ALMONDS
Metallic and sour…the taste every time I remember them! Grainy little pieces of grit lie on the palate of my tongue.I cringe at the thought of swallowing my mouthful of contention with sharp hesitation because
THE PASSIONATE GATHERER
The gatherer takes many trips.Unconsciously scoping out the inevitable and undeniable disparities.Dancing with souls and ancient remnant – based atrocities. Peering through the window shops of intrusive hypocrisies.All the while trying to remain in [(white)]