A Rainbow of Races – a poem and another in honor of Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month I wanted to share two poems. These poems are also very appropriate and important … More

A Skipping Stone–a free verse poem and some thoughts

It’s not turning out the way I hoped it would. Maybe it’s time for a reality check. The realities, the … More

The fabric of me is nothing you can see with the naked eye. The fabric of me was woven before … More

Since I am still working non-stop on my memoir (almost done… really) I thought I would repost this poem I … More

“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.” ~Edgar Allen Poe Hello. You’re back. … More

You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. … More

Because I am finishing the last chapter of my memoir, I ‘ve had to revisit that dreadful day on February … More

I bathed and cleansed my soul, scrubbed myself from head to toe. Turned all of me inside out, to and … More

PTSD is like having scabs that won’t heal. Rub and scratch, pick, tear and peel. Damaged, tarnished, hurt enough, filled … More

PTSD, Let Me Be When I was young and small, you were angry, mean and tall. I hated you for … More