"1 Corinthians 7:6-9. I say this as a concession, not as a command, But I wish everyone were single, just as I am. But God gives the same gift of marriage and to others the gift of singleness. So, I say to those who aren’t married and to widows- It’s better to stay unmarried, just … Continue reading The Padre and his Pianos.
I choose to live in words crafted So beautifully it numbs the ache in my soul. I choose to live in books with Characters painted so splendidly I cannot help but abhor or adore. Cry with them, hate with them Love with them Have my heart broken. Feel an all so deep kind of … Continue reading I live in words.
The pigment of my people as explicitly seen Glistening on my skin under the glowing sun That printed the color deeper into my skin The shimmer attesting to my heritage Feeding my desire to break free To rip me apart from me To tear away the evidence of ugliness That was splashed all over my … Continue reading Dark skin blues (The poem)
The room was silent. My legs grudgingly steered me before the casket where I knelt down. I could feel the mourners' pitiful eyes slitting through every erect pore on my neck. Outside, leaves beseeched the winds to go make sense of the darkness that engulfed the day at noon. Echoes of sad remarks bouncing back … Continue reading A daughter’s tale of woe (the poem)
The Walk 