Big guy brother of my love I remember meeting you ten years ago in B’ham you were driving an old truck Walter called you Fred Sanford… I remember you hugging each other brothers, almost twins we joked, taunted, teased but underneath, pure love we both loved to talk to cook we were both loud we […]
Source I remember being young and single Going wherever the wind blew me Hanging out with friends until 4 am Falling in together after work meeting at a restaurant then moving to bar or club no deadlines no curfews no one to answer to, go home to a free spirit a kite surrounded by so many […]
Hunting hunting What can I find? A trinket a treasure A box made of pine We walk along slowly My husband and I Browsing and thinking Now what can I buy? A chair for the kitchen Some shelves for the den A little glass chotchke That’s shaped like a hen? We each have a twenty […]
Source music can bring you back to a different place, time a saw a friend from high school days she reminded me of our mutual appreciation of Supertramp I started listening to the songs and it was instantly 1979 I was 16 big hair, Dittos jeans, Candies shoes football games, proms and disco dancing […]
If I as a peaceful person can understand looters, what does that say about me? That I am African-American and have been called nigger? That I have witnessed racism? That I have a black son and have feared for his life during his whole life? That I have been hopeless and understand hopelessness? That I’ve […]
Winter Rising up in the dark Getting into the car The quiet ride to the subway Out of the car The wind hitting my face Making me cringe Hunching my shoulders Wishing I had put on one more layer The walk into the station Passing my favorite lady who hands out the free commuter paper […]
Photo Credit: Luisa Spriggs-Bonilla His face would travel through a range of emotions Concerned and serious Listening intently to what I was saying Softening in recognition, understanding And then erupting into one of his big smiles And laughter When I was a teen I was headstrong, often foolish But he was one of the adults […]
There is a time of year When it is cold People wear heavy layers of clothing And woolen items White flakes called snow Fall from the sky And the people stay indoors They call it Winter
Source Death is never pretty We prop up our dead In pretty clothes Flowers and artifacts A favorite book A crushed knick knack Trying to make order To put on a good face for death But death has no pretty face It is cold and dark Brittle and hard And it takes our breath away […]
This is a poem I wrote based on Psalm 23 I am on a journey and God is my guide I didn’t know where I was going I was lost Now, I follow God and He leads me where I need to go When I am tired he lets me rest He shows me […]
Artsy Wanderer 