(Photo: Tim Marshall) I'm not sorry for the way my body reacts to his touch the way the fire ignites in my groin and licks its way up to my smile Wicked boy, nasty boy, reveling in man flesh. Can't help myself it feels so good as my eyes roll back and I … Continue reading Shame no shame (poem)
(Photo by: Dương Trần Quốc) I've never been a reality man A concrete man A man of business Practical things, though important I'm sure Have never interested me more than a day And when on the rare occasions I thought such things I found myself tired easily And bored rather quickly My eyes finding … Continue reading It is memories not a paycheck, I seek (Poem)
(Photo by: Diana Simumpande) Summer sister Brown skinned beauty With a dress as green as the emerald isles Steadily walks in grasses waist high and flowering Her bosom as full as the clouds Summer sister, African wise Woman of the earth and mother to all Eases the world in mid-afternoon slumbers And … Continue reading Summer ( The Second Sister) Poem
(Photo by Tanja Heffner) I have found salvation in Rock and Roll My gospel in the rhythm and blues when that drumline hits thump thump thump I become the Angel Gabriel When the trumpet sounds for me it will be Janis singing Me and Bobby Mcgee and as I lift up off … Continue reading Jesus Serves Jamison (Poem)
(Photo: Matthew Henry ) We try to divine what we know or what we think we know in terms of people and places and things We tell ourselves these narratives that only reinforce our prejudice against others as well as ourselves But the mile less trodden on uncut in fields rarely visited when … Continue reading The truth is…(Poem)
Do you have that novel in your mind that you've always wanted to write? Do you have that great storyline you think should be made into a screenplay? Do you have that autobiography you've been thinking about sitting down and hammering out now that you've reached a place in your life where you have … Continue reading So you want to be a writer? Prepare for crippling doubt.
(Photo by: Ben White) April is National Poetry Month and this one I'd written several months, maybe over a year or so ago. And I wrote it when I got to missing someone in my life who's - a friend, brother, drinking buddy, just.... I suffer from what Cordelia suffered from in King Lear … Continue reading Old Friend (Poem)