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
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
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
Raindrops falllike single tearsdown the windowpane. Though they sound,as they drop from the sky,like ice pellets landing on roofsand ground. As though the sky mournsits loss of color on this gray January day.
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)
Many of my writer friends are “academic” writers: teachers and students of writing at high schools, colleges, and universities. Others are professionals in newspaper and television writing. I am not. I simply write to live and live to write. Writing has always been my primary and most effective means of communication. In college, I did … More The Writing Process
On December 27, 2014, baltimoreblackwoman.com was born with the posting of my first essay, Christmas Past: The Toys I Played With—And How They Shaped Me – baltimoreblackwoman, written as an introduction to me and to the world I grew up in. My initial goal in starting the blog was to share my stories in the … More baltimoreblackwoman Celebrates 6th Anniversary!
The Art of Trees October 23, 20204:11pm My father taught methe art of treeswhen I was young, always pointing out his favorites: 1.In Druid Hill Park there lay a giant tree trunk gnarled and imposingfor as long as he could remember. Each time we drove past it,on our alternate routefrom West to Northeast Baltimore,he would … More TREES – A Series of Ekphrastic Poems
This post begins a new section of the blog, devoted to reflections and tips on writing.I’ve been a writer for as long as I’ve been able to form words on paper. In school, I loved nothing more than the smell of fresh paper and the feel of a writing instrument. From freshly sharpened wooden pencils … More The Writer’s Life
I have been a registered voter in Maryland since 1971, the year I turned 18. I have always considered voting to be my sacred duty. Although I have a few vague memories of Dwight (“I Like Ike”) Eisenhower and his wife Mamie (with those famous bangs), my political awakening really began in 1960, when at … More 2020 Elections: Voting in the Age of Covid (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #20)