day before yesterday i was alright i admit the grayness affected me i tried sprinkling light and sunshine on other people’s days i even think it worked smiles were had but today, and last night i need(ed) a HUG …and some tea and warmth and love…i always need love
drinking wine from the bottle (bka why i love...
though this is actually still my day #1, i must catch up because i am human, and not hare i love poetry because i love words…because i love to dance the placement of the feet so exacting and precise, or not at all i love the flow of words when you’re really excited, or really sad i love the word “enjamb- ment” how it can itself straddle the line between here and here...
everyone everywhere should sometimes break glasses (be it accidental or intentional) that have water in them a) (#1) because it’s glass, which means it is, at some point, meant to be broken, and b) because if you don’t, who’s gonna mop the floor???!?
this morning i finally woke up from dreaming they weren’t good to me—in one, i remembered a show that i had booked but had completely forgotten about. i had only the memory that it was tonight, that i had no accompaniment. no idea where the info was. gmail searches proved useless. = bad feelings about my organizational skills in another, i saw my pastor bka uncle pops, who i...
haiku to my 1st love
fast feet quick tongue, that smile. sacred twins we were. our paths crossed ten years soon.
10 Day Poetry Challenge
hmmm…looks fascinating (if i can even log on this many times…and i? a poem, in FORM? YEARS i tell you, YEARS) let’s go caitsmeissner: I should do this right? I’m going to do this. I was realizing yesterday that I haven’t written a poem in way. Too. Long. flaneur-: fuckmewithwords: Day 1: Haiku to your first love. Day 2: Why you love poetry Day 3: Your favorite poem...
go with the flow– a whole bunch of people on different days in life, including india arie, 1st album, track 6
today i felt alone....no lonely
you know the debate between alone and lonely? i like to think i’m never alone—that some force of nature, or being; some power beyond my understanding…God/Mother Earth/Father Sea/Oshun…whatever name works at the time is watching over me, walking with me, calling my name even when i cannot hear it. even when i ignore it so i don’t think for one minute i was alone...
been a long time
but don’t worry. it’s a good thing. it means i’m living, loving, thinking, moving, praying, being, growing one question that’s getting to me today though, is, are we growing? like, as a whole…? i have a friend who’s a curator at the caribbean culture center in manhattan…she does all she can to make people aware of artistic expression around issues that...
does art make people do?– conversation with my sis