Thursday, September 23, 2021

Rooted

when autumn arrives
and leaves begin 
to fall i 
remember that i 
am the tree
not the golden 
leaf spinning gloriously 
to the ground

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

The dance

There is no hard line 

between sunset and night, 

the oranges and pinks 


give way to the inky 

blues and purples 

in a dance, a caress,


they embrace each other always

but we cannot 

see it from where we’re standing 


cannot see that 

we’re the ones spinning ever 

away and toward 


the light, that we are 

the dancer

dizzy with power and regret 



Poetry prompt: Transitions 

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Exalted

You worship me as
your goddess
pray that I’ll save you 

kneel at my altar
until I 
fall from grace when your
prayers are not answered

my whole heart can't mend 
your broken one
cannot love away 

your loneliness 
only gaze
at your loveliness
as you used to see mine

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

What’s the matter?

We believe we are separate

from the Earth 

from each other

can’t see all the emptiness 

that connects us 



April PAD day 27: believe or don’t believe 

Monday, April 26, 2021

Questions

I have so many questions 

so much hurt to understand

but the only one that matters

is how do you open your heart?


— 

April PAD day 24: question

Assent

How lucky am I 

to be born 

with such beauty 

that you cannot 

look away

keep your hands off

keep your cat calls

in your mouth

must thrust your desire 

into the world

into me 

to hold for you

without my consent 



April PAD day 13 prompt: lucky or unlucky

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Thoughtless

There is no thinking with

your heart, it 

only knows how to feel 

to beat, to 

keep driving love/life forward 


April PAD day 25: thought 

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Love your neighbor

Love your neighbor

your good book says, but 

you believe your 


Middle Eastern messiah 

was miraculously white, feel affinity 

only toward those 


who look like 

you, not the ones he 

would have loved 


You pick and 

choose which teachings are relevant 

and none have 


anything to do with love 



April PAD day 20: love or anti-love 

Monday, April 19, 2021

Counting sheep

They corral us together
feed us the same
straw theories
knowing there’s 
no substance 

nothing to stomach
but plenty to chew on
as they try 
to convince us
that the wolves

are our caretakers
they think we’re asleep
and because they can’t 
tell us apart 
think we don’t see 

when one of us is slaughtered

Saturday, April 17, 2021

Waiting to breathe

She doesn’t pass 

wouldn’t want to

always seems to be 


holding her breath 

dark skin a beacon 

beaming Blackness without apology 


a light to 

her sisters and 

lure to lynch mobs


that could be 

around any corner 

constantly calculating the risks 


of her brilliance

in this world

and who it might attract 




April PAD Day 17 prompt: waiting 

 

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