As the years go by

As time will fly

The good and bad will weave

A tapestry of sorts

That grows and courts

Memories that’ll never leave.

Wrap your hearts

Within this cloak

May warmth beat back the cold

May bittersweet, loved


Never ever get old.


A bully is not a kind man

Who is just misunderstood

A wife beater isn’t a good man

Who did the best they could.

A cheater isn’t a great man

Who has a special need

A liar isn’t a fair man

Whose truth is to succeed.

It’s funny how up is down

And right is clearly wrong

When bottom feeder humans

Are weak while painted strong.

Sitting in the balcony

Gazing down at the man

who said she was tremendous

A queen

His queen

His prize.

All she had to do

Was sell her soul

Birth his son

And wait…

I’ve been on a yogi journey for 13 months and counting. What started as doing yoga for a 30 day program turned into yoga every day. I have been practicing yoga for years, but the yoga-every-damn-day movement took hold of me in 2017, and I haven’t looked back. Yoga helps me to stay centered. It feeds my soul in a way no religion has ever done. What to many looks like acrobatics and stunts, yoga is much more than a fancy handstand or a twisted pose with a Hindi name. Yoga is knowing yourself and your place in life. It’s about staying true to who you are and where you are going. I can get myself riled up with world politics all day long, but as soon as I get on my mat…I can breath. And as I breath love in and love out, I know being present on that mat is the most important thing for me.

Today I finished my annual 30 day program with one of my favorite YouTube yoga instructors, Adriene. The culminating practice has always moved me. In 2016, I was in tears on my mat because what started out as Yoga Camp became so much more for me. In 2017, I got a little choked up, but my connection to my practice was so that I wanted to keep that feel good feeling going everyday. Thus, I began my year+ journey. Today, I completed the class with half my mind on my practice and the other half on all of the things I had to do off my mat. Having the husband walk through my “space” while I floated into a standing splits sort of broke the intimate spell I had initially cast onto my practice. I mopped up my sweat, did a solemn “Namaste” to my screen, and got to the business of the mundane.

Well, as I went through my day, I felt like something was missing. I was anxious. I felt the need to do something, but I couldn’t think of what I had left undone. It wasn’t until I was watching my son’s basketball game that it hit me. It was 2016 all over again in a different expression. I was not in tears. I didn’t need the tears to express how I felt. I felt sad that my 30 day time with Yoga with Adriene was over, but I felt reborn in my body, mind, and soul. I felt a special kind of confirmation that made me want to cry tears of joy.

So as February slides into place being led by a Full Blood Super Moon, I feel genuine peace.

Faceless stranger

Stands on the shore

Looking for wonders

To later abhor.

Sticky fingers

Dirty feet

Drooling idiot

Beating meat.

Demanding all

But giving none

Baptized in hate

Wanting fun.

Isn’t this great?

He sneers to all

As sweat beads down

Before his fall.

Happy new year

She breathed

Through swollen lips

As he tipped her face

Up to the pregnant moon

He whispers,

For all acquaintances be-


She murmurs.

We start anew

The year is young

There are seeds to plant.

When I die

Please save a tree

Don’t tell anyone

about me

Keep my name

out your mouth

Don’t spread the news

on Facebook.

Don’t memorialize me

on Twitter.

Don’t tell my brothers

Don’t tell my cousins

Don’t tell a soul

Just keep it movin’.

I won’t have a funeral

So you won’t get your chance

To weep fake tears

A mourner’s dance.

Don’t fool yourself

Don’t insult my memory

With trite words

And banal sympathy

Don’t look for my grave

Because it won’t exisit

Don’t contact my children

Because they already know

Your nosy query

Is all for show.


Precious moments

An infant’s cry

Wiggling, straining

Flipping over

Two baby teeth

Cresting pink gums

A crawl to a waddle

A dance so wild

So freeing

So static

Caught on camera

Birthday cake

Candles that burn

But mommy and Bubba

Offer their breath

To shadow a wish.







A smile

Then gone.


Della was that bold

Black woman

Like Harriet Tubman

Didn’t take no stuff

As Eloise Greenfield

Expressed long ago.

I watched her in movies

I saw her on television

I listened to her music

And she made me feel

Like my great auntie

Was on that screen

And through those speakers

Making me proud

And secure

Knowing a black woman

Being strong and sure

Was there for me

To watch and learn.

I never knew her politics

I don’t know her story

But her presence made

All the difference in the world.

RIP, Queen.

Waiting for my order

Tooling on my phone

Watching ladies chatting

Thinking about nothing

Then a lady gets up

Retrieves a wad of green

Abandoned on the floor

Hands it to the cashier

“Someone dropped this”

“Oh, that’s mine,”

Said a customer

Attempting to order.

They smile.

A surprised, “Thank you.”

I smile.

In this day and age

Kindness still exists.

Honesty still reigns.

Hope is still alive.