Writing, especially poetry, first saved my life. Then helped me find the life I want to live.
Now, writing helps me live life more fully.
Thousands of poems later, I have ventured into the world of social media and post my poetry on various platforms. In recent years, I have also made forays into spoken word poetry. I have much to learn, much yet untapped, from the poet within.
In just a few lines, I try to capture the point, perspective, and presence within.
Poetry, to the point.
The Moon and I . . .
I Wish . . .
Dead Serious
A Fitting Scene
Of Sound Mind
Shut Up! Listen!
Centered
Morning Mourning
Foul Language
Good Enough
Enabling
A Dull Death
The Funnel
Eviction Notice
Every Day Siblings
Bountiful
Motherhood
12, 418 Thresholds
Dipper
October Begins
October Ends
Dormant
Blue Skies
For Black History Month 2022, and for any time we need a reminder of our own and others’ humanity.
From an impromptu reading for friends in August 2019.
From an impromptu reading for friends in August 2019.