I sense the tension in how close I am to receiving all that I asked for. It presses deep on my spine, cripples much of my right hand, and stiffens at least half of my toes… this all means that one hell of a hard lesson is close by as well. I don’t want to […]Read more "– tension –"
“Can’t fake the feeling,” it says. “Can’t play pretend in the role of Mr. Positivity,” the universe says… then what’s the point? It’s not as if I’m using my sunshine just for my own gain; people I know are suffering in their dim private worlds. These prayers for their troubles cannot ring hollow, not in […]Read more "– fraudulent –"
I was able to speak to Josiah without fear of turning into a statue if I stared too long at his godly face. I was able to have full conversations with the goddesses Chazzy and Shelby and view the minds behind the muses. I was able to express my grateful heart to Abdul and thank […]Read more "– almost a people person –"
Silence: my savior and my reaper. You carry me home like a first-time parent introducing the newborn babe to the family shelter… you too carry me home like deceased kin leading one into the light of the other side. You discover comfort in the hammock of my closed mouth… you too discover slumber in the […]Read more "– ssshhh!!! –"
The kind of friend I aspire to be is somewhere between Ron Johnson from A Different World and Ed from Good Burger. Goofy. Audacious. Improper. Otherworldly with my one-liners. Down-to-earth with my words of twisted wisdom. The kind of friend I aspire to be is unbothered with lightweight social media connections that never make contact […]Read more "– love you. mean it. k, bye –"
Who is listening, and more importantly, answering these prayers, most of which I could have sworn were drooling half-empty from my lips? Lord knows they’re indeed half-baked pleas to live the soap opera lifestyle I always plotted, but never had the budget or network backing to produce and film. Those were the not-so-good ol’ days, […]Read more "– please guess what happens next –"
I’ve been mulling over what my brand as a “working poet” should be. I’ve experienced short bursts of confidence in my product with every recent release of verse to the environment, gaining belief that my audience, as small and humble they may be, have developed loyalty to my heart’s diary. Do these patrons connect truly […]Read more "– brand name –"