her bones were bird-like, light and hollow. I held her carefully, when we hugged. she felt fragile and easily broken. she talked about moving to Africa, while she counted change, deserts, and rivers running wild. what was she looking for? or what was she trying to leave behind? her quick smile and cheerful voice didn't … Continue reading Sparrow

It’s okay to be loud.

It "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Pain doesn't hurt." I push it away. Deny what every fiber of my being is telling me. I don't know how to scream. Self-conscious, making such a scene, and my sister has always screamed enough for the both of us, she screamed enough for this whole damn town. … Continue reading It’s okay to be loud.

Kwansaba – “For Harriet Tubman”

Kwansaba is a poetry form developed by Dr. Eugene Redmond. Celebratory poems of seven lines or less, seven words per line or less, and seven syllables or less per line. See link for more info I attended a virtual event with a local poet and artist, Pacia Anderson, in honor of Black History month … Continue reading Kwansaba – “For Harriet Tubman”

Community Support Specialists Poem

Sometimes it's all happening at once.  Running around, putting fires out,  just to have another one spring up. Situations I never would have imagined,  one thing after another, rush, rush, rush. Sometimes it feels  like pushing a boulder up a hill, with my nose; each fourth of an inch,  a major achievement, a tiny step of progress that'll … Continue reading Community Support Specialists Poem

Sir Iridescent Sparkles

You were just a tiny lifeblipping in, and thenblipping outagain. One of my favorite Betta fish,curious and energetic.I tried tosatisfy your restlessnesswith gifts of fake plants, pink and green;places to explore or hide. But you faded steadilyand worst of all,I saw it comingbut didn’t know how toprevent it. And now, Sir Iridescent Sparkles,I throw you … Continue reading Sir Iridescent Sparkles