Queen

for Miss Black Tulsa 2018   Born a lamb in the Year of the Dragon, destined to fly high yet raised a caged bird, singing songs in A minor, pulled wagon for the dough, not for the ‘Gram, hummingbird eloquence, a … Continued

Americano Poetica

They say they like The Americano Rich smooth dark Its color A booming black Its essence A chaotic craze   It sends signals Through my spine To my mind I must acknowledge The tempting times Forced to consider A wishful … Continued

Needle

More than a thing in a haystack often associated with Cleopatra herself having no connection to you in London, Paris or New York   You’re the sole reason Momma and Daddy groovin’ in Oklahoma were ever soul mates   And … Continued

Ladybug Reloaded

for a real one   We met four years after you needed healing after you became the living dead after your first husband shot down all your dreams after his loaded pistol targeted your self-confidence after he fathered a child … Continued

Devil in a Red Dress

Dressed to the nines in bright green opposite her spirit radiating her nature unassuming she entered the party turning heads begetting whispers as married men staring death in the face wedding bands ignored failed to see what lies beneath the surface of her … Continued

Solo (Reimagined)

Who dares to stand before others and deliver?   Who’s got the gall to go at it alone— all alone, unaccompanied, solo?   The soloist is brave, confident yet sometimes terrified, petrified   it’s hell on earth and the city’s on fire … Continued

Ladybug

for a real one 1. We met four years after you jumped the broom too soon.   By then you were the living dead. Your husband fathered a child   with another woman, knowing you always dreamt of being a   mother. And he shot down your self-confidence every time he   loaded up his pistol while awaiting his next call of duty.   2. You needed healing so I became your healer.   If I’m being honest, you’d said, I’d take a … Continued

Feels Like Home

It’s Friday night in America I’m at home as usual But no complaints I’ve got company over The sort of people you might know   Guest No. 1 is from South Africa She’s poring over The Grapes of Wrath Only two years old … Continued

Free Lunch

There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch   Pay attention to daydreams Wash your hands of crocodile tears Say no to the hush money   Rewind the future Defy space and time Destroy illusions   See sound Hear … Continued

The What

What the horn blows resounds through my studio in the concrete jungle where pin oaks grow   What the bird sings resonates in my dreams at the break of dawn when in full swing   What the book dares me … Continued