Taking a Breath

Yah I breathe You in through my facial orifices Weh I release to You the fear that chokes me Yahweh The only thing I can control right now Yahweh Is how deep I allow Your breath to penetrate Yahweh Advertisements

Non-Traditional and Recreational Art

This is shout out to all of you who love to art, but might not have gotten the recognition for it in the past from artists or non-artists: coloring fanatics, karaoke enthusiasts, knitters, tattoo and graffiti artists, mural artists, makeup artists and beauticians, and architects. My new little story is for you. Crayoned Skin, Artist…

Launching My New Book!

Hi There! This is an exciting weekend for me. I just began a 10 day book launch last night for my new short fictional book entitled Crayoned Skin, Artist Within. It tells the story of 14 urban artist of various shades of color and ethnicity. I wrote it because one of my life purposes is…

What It’s Like to be Me

There is a minuscule woman Who rides on top of my neurons She is an instigator by trade A powerful figure of means She carries with her a great hammer And hanging from her belt is a chissle Her ears are her strongest organ But her arms are thick corded muscle From swinging her hammer…

On a Day Off

The last several years have been a whirlwind.  I am working full time and going to grad school full to part time depending on the term. I have let this blog grow dormant and began storing my writing pieces up in colorful journals rather than letting them breath the free air. This is my formal…

Naming Myself

I have been calling myself half my name for awhile now. Growing up my middle name joined my first like I stalked my sister when she went to neighbors houses to play. Sometimes she did not even realize I was in the same room. The three letters were present in body and breath and often…

What My Parents Gave Me

What my parents gave me was a respect for those over the age of middle aged. Aged, a word which brings my mind to cheese, and the reality where the longer the cheese wheel breathes, the more respected it becomes. We don’t think like that here, not about each other. We are too busy determining…

My Girl Joan

I like a lot of things about you. You were a fighter, like I have always been. You stood side by side with men but did not let it turn you into one of them. You did not grow needy of them nor did you lose your heart to any of them. You were a…

Find Me Later

Find me later when I’m happy When life’s contractions ease to black And my lonely quiet moments Have embraced my broken ends Find me later when I’m happy When ambition’s tolls’ve been paid And my lonely quiet moments Have entrenched my soul with grace Find me later when I’m happy When demands of loved-ones still…

Staying Home

I wasn’t able to see Instead I read But as I did I was taken to a colorful space One free of everything I wasn’t able to see I wasn’t able to think Instead I dreamed But as I did I was taken to a beautiful place One free of everything I wasn’t able to…

Dance Partner

The Lord is my dance partner He meets all my creative needs He doesn’t push beyond my limits He soothes my inner turmoil at his touch He is a cool drink of water for my soul He focuses on steps and technique not just choreography as His reputation is on the line Even though I…

Cleaned by Words

If all I ever get to do in this world is breathe I guess that is good enough for the likes of me If all I ever accomplish is learn to smile I guess that is the best gift that I can offer Yet even in the breathing and smiling I wreak I spin unwanted…