Getting back on track

Hey y’all! I know it’s been a minute since I updated the blog. If your still here with me, know that I appreciate you. This move to Atlanta has been a very good one. That doesn’t mean it hasn’t been without its ups and downs but overall I know I made the right decision to…

See you later, alligator. After a while crocodile!

Seven. They say that seven is the number of completion. God’s perfect number. Numerology says that seven is ‘the seeker, the thinker, the searcher of Truth.’ Seven years ago, I rushed back to North Carolina upon learning that my father had died. I left my life and my own plans to come back home. They…

Baby girl, it’s okay

It’s okay. It’s okay to sit with the pain of feeling like you were duped. It’s okay to have loved hard and open. It’s okay to have been wrong when it felt right. It’s okay to have questions. It’s okay to question others. It’s okay to stand up for yourself. It doesn’t mean you snapped…

Answers in the stars

We hurt. We cry. We rant, we rave and beat our fists against the unreachable sky. Waiting for mute gods to reply. Some never fully living, some just waiting to die. Backwards and forwards ebbing and flowing, third eye closed so we remain unknowing Imprisoned by our passions, halted by the status quo Fearing our spirituality, wandering to…

Throwback Poetry: “We, She, Me” (2008)

I should have been born a Gemini because the duality in me, in I, has me trippin’. Good girl gone bad, bad girl trying to be good, I’m feeling all of that. Torn between the two and so often I don’t know what to do should I Allow myself to succumb to my baser nature…

Throwback Poetry: “Untitled” (2008)

As I walk through my life sometimes vicariously and sometimes precariously I Refuse to collect the bitterness of my disappointments. I instead elect to pay homage to the adages of old and to taste and retain every experience like second snow caught on the tongue of a child. People say I m reckless and I…

Throwback Poetry: ‘Good Glass of Wine’ (2008)

I reminisce often about the taste of his lips after a glass of wine. I wonder often where he is and whether my lips remain cast in his memory I shudder to think that he who had such an effect on me could so easily forget and slip into the arms of another without the…

Throwback Poetry: ‘Nature’s Fury’ (2008)

Madwoman frenetic tossing dirt from her hair Tower tall trees shudder and torpedo fronded needles in the air Exotic petals and flowers purple the wind And the Devil in Green demands “Let me in” The Tempest she thrashes she shreds and she weeds Flung out in rages her premature seeds Branches twist back in a…

Let’s hear it for the ugly cry

I am extremely grateful for this three day weekend! I definitely needed that extra day. It’s been a tough weekend, to put it mildly. I had one of those super ugly cries that make your eyes swell and your nasal passages clog up. The kind that leaves balled up tissue everywhere. The kind that leaves…

Little ‘i’, Thank You’s and Bae in My Head

I’ve noticed when I look back at the things I’ve written I often have a lowercase ‘i’ as an error. I have tried to be cognizant of it, since I know it’s my common error. Today I saw it again, but something leaped out at me. Generally, when I make this error I am talking…