old cow skin whip, laden with wire and glasssteals black flesh with every beastly lashdog-tired bones, left cotton in bollthis beating has freed a weary soul slaves sing their stories in the fieldnews, and prayers for those who healchildren stolen from a young momJosiah Henson, hero, valiant, no uncle tom emancipation, Lincoln sign, so why…
Category: Civil War
My poem “Emmett Till, Emmett Till, Emmett Till” Now Live On Hotel
sun shimmers in dark eyes, life stirs, myriad of dreamsa princely smile creates unstoppable joyfourteen-years happy, bout to be in city’s ugly schemes a beautiful child who could sing, dance, whistle and playhis mama’s tender nurturing handtouching suit, told him, stay close to cousins, don’t stray Emmett’s stunning mom felt dread in her yellow floral…
My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…
Red Tide
winds pound through bent treesroots cling tight to sandy groundgust bring sounds of ghosts dead lie the soldiersbattle of fort fisher lostblood soaked the white shore Haiku by Joni 12/26/19 In North Carolina, Fort Fisher was a Confederate fort that protected the trading routes at the port at Wilmington. The Union captured it in 1865….