The Forgotten Mask

Monday morning,Cold and steel gray,The old lady drove to the convenience storeWith steely confidenceFor milk and breadTo start her day. She strode into the store,Gathered her items,And placed them on the counter. The counter lady asked“Where your mask, sweetie?”The old lady cried out, high-pitch laughing, “Oh My God! I left it in the car!” And … More The Forgotten Mask

Inauguration 2021: America Exhaled

I. Throughout the day,the wind sighed—ghosts of ancestors cried. As the guests and honorees gathered,As presidents-past shook handsor patted shoulders,As Senators and Judgestook their places, the wind sighed—a Greek Chorus of collectiveanxiety and expectation. Songs were sung,pledges were made,oaths were sworn,a poet hearts lifted,a benediction raised hope. The wind sighed—clearing the air. Pomp and ceremonyon … More Inauguration 2021: America Exhaled

ANNOUNCEMENT: Poetry Reading – February 10, 2021, 8pm

I’m excited to announce my first Poetry Reading of 2021! Thanks to Dr. Michael Anthony Ingram, Host and Producer of the Quintessential Listening: Poetry Podcast, and Founder and Executive Director of the DC Poetry Project, Inc., for inviting me back for my third appearance on the program. I’ll post a reminder as we get closer … More ANNOUNCEMENT: Poetry Reading – February 10, 2021, 8pm

GOODBYE, 2020 (in Three Poems)

Covid TV Winter Snow December 18, 2020 My cable is disabled.Local channels, only,appear. Beyond basic,Snow—pixelated screen,Sound fading in and out, First disrupting the most-watched channel band-width—59 to 208—gone. MSNBC and MeTV, CNN and The Weather Channelsnowed out. Other band-withs,usually ignored,come into view: On SyFy, an old CSI: LV anda never-before-noticed Bruce Willis shoot-em-up distracted me … More GOODBYE, 2020 (in Three Poems)

History Swallows HerStory

History is not infallible.His story tells onlywhat he choosesto remember. Her story is woveninto his threads,until we pickthe threads apart. I. It has only beenone hundred yearssince women wonthe “right” to vote. A right entwined with that of herpolar opposites— The Black Man andThe Black Woman,both subjugatedto the White Man. The History Books,Filled with talesof … More History Swallows HerStory

Making Do In Quarantine: A Pitcher of Lemonade (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #18)

June 24, 2020 2:55am   What to do with two fresh lemons,gifted by a friend who drops offfresh produce every two weeks? I’ll make a pitcher of lemonade! Do I remember how? I halve the lemons and squeezethem by hand into a measuring cup,since I no longer havethe fruit squeezer I thought wasin the kitchen … More Making Do In Quarantine: A Pitcher of Lemonade (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #18)

There Are Days (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #17)

June 16, 20204:47pm When I can’t keep up with timebecause my clocks are out of rhyme. The cell phone makes me think it istwo minutes later thanthe analog wall clock andthe cable box clock,while the kitchen stove clockis two minutes slower thanthe rest, And the car clock,two minutes faster still. There Are Days When I … More There Are Days (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #17)