Poetry

ChatGPT — also known as my potential successor — took its first digital breath in November 2022. There is heated debate surrounding the potential impacts of this supposedly revolutionary tool. To mention a few, mass loss of jobs, the perpetuation of societal biases, and the fear of untamed, immense power…

A poem — A burning so brilliant calls the comfort of colder months to mind — the still chill which brings a thrill warmer than the summer sun, and the serene darkness more loving than the long light of June. The pine cones’ crackling and the logs’ sizzling in the silence need no beat and no notes as the flames upon them do their dance. The music they bring is welcome as the winter winds willingly letting the snow settle on the roof. They shine like a gift from a friend in blue, green and red. As spring makes its way, I pray it will delay so that before May, I can still delight in the embrace of the Arctic night.

A poetic journey from Kentish Town to Notting Hill — Whizzing down, the bike ticks and clicks, Dried from the windless weather. The crisp sun beats my cold face, The buds too shy to tell the stunted grass, yet. But, they know it’s nearing, Spring and I besieging. A calm cruise through Kentish Town, The chirps and children mix the sound, Before…

Days were spent in repose near the end of his time after a lifetime devoted to composing the stories that lived in his mind— for his heart knew them better than a mother knew her children and they grew louder in his head in the silence of the apartment. Gathering…

Either/Or Poem Once you label me you negate me. Soren Kierkegaard, from “Either/Or” February 1843 Is it either or — surely the depths of my identity are more to explore. Black Womanhood: the in-between of space and time — a continuum best suited for another…