Poetry

Coming Soon to a Town Near You.

Coming Soon to a Town Near You, is just another poem of the times…

Crying, Crying, Crying Over You.

Crying over you. Just another poem of the times.

Be My Muse, A Poem for Today

Little mouse, come be my muse. A poem on Medium

Hanging by the Thinnest Thread

a poem.

Book Review: The Vital Function of Constant Narrative

The Vital Function of Constant Narrative

After Thirty

For many women, turning thirty is something we are conditioned to dread. As though we are born with a clock already ticking, counting…

War Graves

Are you asleep
Beneath these grassy lawns over looked by the Meningate?
And a multitude of white slabs of stone
Separated by trimmed hedges…

Those Who Have Been Dispossessed

They who have never known failures

The U.S.A.

The U.S.A

“Have a nice day.”

A Poem-2: I Invented Black

I was born into an unknown realm,