Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance

  lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with […]

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My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall […]

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Day Nine Photo Challenge

Remember the Ten Day Travel Photo Challenge was to get ten photographers to participate if possible. So I am excited to announce we have a photographer to join us for Day 9. Her name is Brenda Colbath she is working on her seventh book currently and is also a photographer. If any of the nominees […]

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Photo Challenge Day 6

Remember the Ten Day Travel Photo Challenge was to get ten photographers to participate if possible.  I did not find one today so I am posting two pictures instead.   If any of the nominees don’t have time to participate, we understand, as we are all busy doing what we do.  Regardless I hope you […]

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Riding The Years of Love

feeling you as the stars are heating our passionate nest with fiery embersreflecting on our youthful skin, and secret crimson frolics with intensitychambers in my heart, beating fast, lay unrestricted by your touchglutinous boundaries of cerulean I sail windlessly through as I clutchmy chest, like your love, at times, is so consuming, it is too […]

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Port of Call

walking on sultry air toward the lightslingering to smell the hidden sunshinestill treading so softly on these nights tacit air is where you would caress mewhere the darkness holds our imprintsinto my heart my sailor from the sea my beach house, and I did give you allawake again as bodies spent exploringin Wilmington’s once lonely […]

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