Last night, I slept with one window open wide to lull me to Rest after days of Torment. I awoke at Noon, my body if not my mind, Refreshed. Today is Good Friday, the Terrible Day Our Lord Jesus was crucified on the Cross. Today is Passover, the day Our … More Good Friday/Passover/Easter
I had planned to post this essay on Monday April 15, to mark the Ides of National Poetry Month. However, my personal life—and the life of the World—intervened. My personal concerns are mine to deal with. My life as a poet/writer and citizen of the World is another matter; and events of the past few … More April Is National Poetry Month, and I Haven’t Published A Thing: But Poetry Is Still Happening!
Over the past two months, I’ve read three books and one literary journal—the most continued book reading I’ve done in years. Michelle Obama’s Becoming reminded me so much of my own upbringing in Baltimore as a Black girl in a large and functional family that aspired to learn, grow, and excel while overcoming obstacles of … More The Reading List from baltimoreblackwoman: Quick Reviews
Over the last 9 months, since my roles as parental caregiver and pet mom ended, I have been working, fitfully at times, to redefine myself and discover what my next life chapter should be. It’s a strange feeling to suddenly have all the time in the world after you’ve spent nearly every waking moment caring … More Finding My Groove… Again
As the comfort of Winter Darkness wanes and a hint of Spring expands the Light of Day, my nights transmute into Vampire Hours. I cannot sleep. My mind seeks the blood of dreams awakened— plans for tomorrow, regrets of yesterday, a million hopes, a thousand fears converging like bats seeking their cave. I try to … More Vampire Hours
I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know it would come so soon. And I’m not ready to face it; but face it I must. When I retired from my job 5½ years ago, after nearly 38 years of working for a single employer (with multiple owners), I did so out of necessity: … More The Retirement Party Is Over…. I Need A Job!
I just realized today that the most important sign of maturity is the ability to laugh at yourself. Because to laugh at yourself means You know yourself. You accept yourself. You love yourself. You know you’re not perfect! To be sure, no one is perfect; But when you understand that everyone does dumb, silly, forgetful … More Laugh, Durn You; Laugh! [DRAFT]
Losing Roxie Two weeks ago, on January 28, 2019, I lost my best friend – a Pitbull/Lab mix named Roxie (aka Miss Roxie). It was a devastating loss, most obviously because losing one’s four-legged, furry child hurts as much as losing a human family member. But losing Roxie was devastating for several other reasons. The … More In Praise of Roxie 1/26/2008(?)-1/28/2019
2019 began with a BANG! There was my first poetry reading of the year (second ever) on January 7th with new friend and poetry colleague, Tzynya Pinchback, but missing our mutual friend and colleague Lynne Spiglemire Viti, who had organized the reading. It was a great experience that held the promise of more good things … More Welcome to 2019! Wait… What Happened to January?
Winter swept over the city like a crisp white sheet billowing as it is flung over a waiting mattress. I watched it from my windows: fat white flakes descended heavily to the ground, Time and Space suspended in the silence, broken only by the occasional sound of whirring tires rounding the corner outside. The cold … More Winter Swept Over the City