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…

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…

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…

A Note to a friend about the Ugly Mess Inside me

Dear friend, I appreciate your blog post’s curious and insightful narrative through a well worn bit of Scripture. I am a bit jealous of your ability to be free enough to question and allow the text to question you…I am still so sick, although I am told not to think of myself as a victim…

Learning to Breathe

They never taught me to breathe I just kind of opened my mouth and sucked No one told me how to best use my nose I didn’t know to question my lack of smell The odor must be heavy and long and thick Or I won’t know it is even there to be smelled I…

Cockroaches and Codependence

There are few things I really hate. Cockroaches. I do hate them. And I really dislike their slower, larger, uglier cousins, what we here in Noo Yawk call “waterbugs.” ┬áSounds innocuous right? Wrong. They may be more lumbering compared to their scurrying light hating (though this too is a myth) death defying primos, but they…

Marking the Months with Crayons

I used to mark the months with crayons, coloring my days with giant X’s filling square boxes I’d keep each calendar stacked and stored safely away amid brochures and playbills and recital programs I used to start counting the year in September only a quarter Jewish from a grandfather I never met But instinctively felt…

Epiphanies

You’ve said it before just in a different way I heard but shook it off as I would a buzzing fly just out of the range of my understanding my minds titanium gates locked tight from intruders as your words would be. Then like ashes floating on a brisk wind they soar over crests of…