On Writing

Poem 53 – An Act

An Act “Spontaneous creativity is a supreme act of trust.” pg. 175-76, One Day My Soul Just Opened Up by Iyanla Vanzant                       trust the lifting          of your mouth the pressure on your cheeks the squeezing of               light from your eyes the spontaneous creativity of smilingis a kind shout from your face in service to the world… Continue reading Poem 53 – An Act

On Writing

Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore

Headstones on the Potomac Shore The Potomac coughs up headstonesfrom the Columbian Harmony Cemetery. Heavy slabs of memories choke on a storythat won’t stop repeating its violent conflicts. The bodies of 37,000 black residents uprootedreburied – names replaced with the silence of sold markers. For 60 years Keckley, Fleetwood, Shadd and moresix feet under footsteps… Continue reading Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore