Son of mother, crumb of cake, hand of clock, all these pieces of nouns with no natural bridge to one another, all still important connections in the larger conspiracy. Just the same, this peace of me is my child, my descendant, a legacy less palpable than live flesh and just as vital. It has taken […]Read more "– peace of me –"
I am love. I am love. I am love. I am loved. I am loving. I am lovable. I am lovely. I am lovelier than yesterday. I am black love. I am 1980s R&B quiet storm love. I am love raised by a single mother. I love to laugh, love to sing and dance. I […]Read more "– reproduction of affirmation –"
Praise be to those who do not know the weight of ghosts that cannot appear to them, they who muscle up, level up, rise up with better effort than the weaker vessels trapped in a recycled purgatory with their misfortunate hauntings. Why blame them for not encompassing a pain they never had to endure or […]Read more "– fool body –"
I shoot free throws with my dreams too regularly. Jotting down or typing up places I need to visit before the final buzzer, destinations are as grand as Glasgow or as mild as Marquette, MI. So unfortunate and so often though do I crumble up, delete, or airball each list when the adversary plays foul. […]Read more "– recreating travel lists –"
When I cut ’em, it should be more clean, precise, straightforward. This land is blanketed with children and their lazy children’s play. I am not child. I am not the collector of energy that will sit idly in the prettiest of jar. Let me not play puppetmaster to the invested. ~ ~ D.J.W.Read more "– no string along –"
Everyone seemingly desires to be the Beyoncé in their circle of friends… as if the title of ‘Queen Bey’ places them in a happily ever after world of pristine platinum records, multi-million dollar endorsements, and vivacious vacations when and where no issue. I, however, now behold the glory in being the Kelly of the group… […]Read more "– the beyoncé of the group –"
Every now and then, Ma tells me had I been born without a tail between my legs, I would have most likely been named ‘Siobhan’, christened after a character from one of her favorite soap operas. An Irish form of the name Joan, the traditional meaning of ‘Siobhan’ is ‘God is gracious.’ At some point […]Read more "– siobhan whisenant –"