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: murder of civilians
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…
Push Cart Nominations for 2022 – “I Write Her”
Thank you Susi Bocks – Editor and owner of “I Write Her,” has included me in her choices for Pushcart nomination! My poem “Old News is Not Old News” from the wonderful book, “Reflections & Revelations,” was nominated for a 2022 Pushcart. This is a great honor for me as this book is filled with…
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
My new poem “Зник (Disappeared)” Live on SpillWords NYC (Viewer Discretion Advised)
grief falls from my pocketpuddles of barren momentsbloody dolly circles a filthy drainlaughter, and love in a gilded locketdangles deep between my cold breastscaptives of war, our daughter’s voice dead To read the remainder of this piece please visit SpillWords Press NYC and also like, share and follow SpillWords Press NYC.
