March 21, 2020 2:43 AM Never forget your first language, which is Music.Before words called out to you,Music fed your infant soul.Even your mother knew this.She recalled how you wriggledTo the sound ofFlight of the Bumblebee—Though you were hearing itAs the theme song ofThe Green Hornet,Playing on the televisionIn the living room Of the tiny … More To My Future Self
I. On Broadway Our tour bus rolled into Manhattan and through the narrow, bustling streets of Broadway, Right on schedule for us to disembark and stand on-line to see “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg,” The story of the Temp-Tay-shuns! Waiting for the theatre doors to open, my aunt and I lamented, “This may be my … More New York Trippin’
He was always referred to as The Boss. Tall and slender, with warm brown skin and a regal yet humble bearing, Bearing family secrets he took to his grave, He commanded respect, though his voice seldom rose above a whisper. I. He took his 3rd grade education and uncanny math skills from his home in … More The Boss (In Honor of Labor Day)
I. When someone calls me Young lady, I don’t know whether To laugh or cry Out: I’m not so young; 65.5 years have I lived on this Earth! I’ve done my time, committed crimes and paid the fines for all my youthful indiscretions. [And God has told me, It’s alright, my child.] I’ve learned lessons … More The Wages of Life
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
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
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
This past Monday, January 7, I joined poet Tzynya Pinchback in a poetry reading on Quintessential Poetry, a BlogTalkRadio program hosted by Dr. Michael Anthony Ingram. The event, POV (Pinchback/Oldham/Viti), was planned by our colleague, Lynne Viti (who writes the WordPress blog Still in School) and was supposed to include her reading, too. Unfortunately, Lynne … More First Poetry Reading in 2019: Done!
It has been 6 months to the day, since my mother, Dorothy Ann, passed away. I still mourn her passing deeply. Yet, every single day, she’s left miracles for me to behold in her memory. The flowering plant, given to me by a friend a day after Mom’s passing, Still blooms, though it sits on … More Life After Death: Love Never Dies
I am thankful that we made it through another Thanksgiving Day. The first one without Mom at the head of the table, yet she was still there. Though I did not sit in her place, I did the things she would have done. I. Promises Made It’s been a tough year … More Thanksgiving 2018: Thankful versus Grateful
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