Our Song

Our song fills the air.

It breathes, brings to life
memories that once seemed
forgotten, heaven still remains

even though you are gone
I stretch into the place we
once lived, the place where we
once loved. I am free

to remember the feel of your
lips on mine, the feel of your
hands within mine, the gleam
in your eyes when you looked at me

I never knew love like ours.

Before long, I am singing our
song and it’s like you never left
that you’ve been here all along
in my heart, in my arms
where you belong

But then the song is over and I’m
faced with the silence that’s
been left behind, the void
in my life where we once shared love.

I keep re-playing our song.

I have no choice but to
open my eyes finally and see
love isn’t a guarantee ‘cuz you’re
no longer here with me
and our love, your smile are memories
that I just can’t let go
because one day the song will
play again and I’ll remember
that love never really ends

Sometimes it’s just waiting
in the wings for our song to
begin and for us to remember
what it means to be in love.

Peace & Love,

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100 Reasons Why I Love You

This poem has been in the works for many years. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m excited about what I have so far. I’m probably more excited because I have had the time, since I’m on winter break, to devote to reading and writing. And, just one of the things I’ve been working on is this poem:

Last night when I
should have been sleeping I
was thinking of all the reasons
why I love you.
Did you know it’s more than
one hundred reasons why–
one hundred and one, to be exact.

A smile that reaches your eyes, that’s a
number of reasons why—your eyes
how they say to me what
your lips sometimes can’t speak
Two lips that part when
I see you and you see me
What a beautiful smile. I could live
forever on just the nourishment of
just one of your smiles.

And yet we both know it’s impossible
to love what you cannot protect.

Is it possible to fall in love
with a voice—to hear the
briefest of words spoken and just know
words have always been the beginning
of everything, this is true even of our love
I fell in love with your words, the way
you said the words ‘I love you’
not always using that well-worn
phrase—we discovered other ways
to say what has been clearly written
on both our faces. How can anyone miss
that light that sparkles in your eyes? How
can anyone not know that I could never be
happy just lying in your arms, I want
to always be in your life.

The second time around love is just
as sweet, who would have thought
it could be? That rememory could
conjure up delicious images of your lips
pressed against mine and how it’s so sweet
to feel the softness of your lips time after time?
or that it’d be so easy to remember lying by
your side sharing slices of life, the history
of you and me? I held onto every word
every memory you shared with me.

And yet we both know it’s impossible
to love what you cannot protect.

Peace & Love,

P.S. I know I’m going to regret it tomorrow, but I’m going to do some more writing. It’s nearly three a.m. but I’m not tired yet. And, by the way, the Kindle version of my last collection of poetry, Blues of a Love Junkie, is free for the next few days. Download a copy and let me know what you think. You can access it  here.

Happy reading! Happy writing! And Happy New Year!

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Make It a Great Year

your lips touch mine and
i shiver – is it memory or
reality? warmth floods my
body as i continue to discover
new ways to reignite the fire
of ghost kisses and feelings
of love as gentle as hello
–freewriting for a poem in progress

This has been a great year, one in which I have experienced growth as an artist and as an educator. Growth, like any change, is not without its growing pains, but more than anything, it provides and provided an opportunity for me to stretch my wings and see how far I could fly. As I reflect over this past year, I am proud of myself. I am proud of the chances I took to invest in me and my dreams. I am proud of the ways in which I showed love to myself. I am proud of the ways in which I loved and honored the love of those around me. And, finally, I am proud that I haven’t given up on myself because it’s so easy to do. To look around and see other’s people’s growth or happiness and judge my own growth and happiness based on what I see. No, that doesn’t work for me. And that’s why I can say 2017 was so sweet.

In the coming year, I will continue to work on my short story collection, The Women and my next poetry collection, which is not yet titled. I will continue to work hard every day, as an educator, to teach my students how to think. To make a safe space for them to fail, but to provide for them every opportunity to succeed. I have goals and to see those goals come to fruition, I have written them down along with the steps I plan to take to help them manifest in my life.

I created this blog post because I want everyone to feel the type of peace and joy that I feel. Going into 2018, I’m not trying to come up with a list of things I must do because I never got around to doing it in 2017. Live each day as if though it’s your last. Think about what will be important to you on your death bed and do that. Put energy into that thing that you know will be important to you at the end, so should be important to you now.

My grandmother used to say, “I’m going to do such and such if I live to see tomorrow.” She acknowledged the simple truth that as sure as you are living, you shall surely die. And when you live like you don’t have forever to do the things you want to do, well, you get things done. You start to live a life of passion. Because you learn that it’s a waste of time to waste time doing things that don’t make you happy. Many moons ago, when I was working full-time as a newspaper reporter, I interviewed this woman who said she always told her daughter, “Make today a great day.” And to this day, I try to live this mantra. But, it’s for more than just the days, it’s for the years as well. Make today a great day. Make next year a great year.

Keep creating! Creating art. Creating yourself. Creating the life you want. And keep creating your happiness!

Peace & Love,



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I Feel Like a Ghost

So many days have passed.
So many hours have passed.
So many minutes have passed.
So many seconds…

It’s been so long since I last posted on here that I feel like a ghost returning to a place I used to know. Many of my followers (if I have any followers left :-)) might remember that a while back I mentioned some changes taking place in my life. I started a new job at a new school and let me tell you, whew, it’s been a whirlwind of changes. In the process of getting settled in my new teaching position, it may seem that I fell off of my writing, but I didn’t. I’ve been writing. I’ve even have a couple of poems published and I’m working on finding homes for more poetry and short stories. So while it may seem like I’m a ghost, I’m really not. I’ve been around. You just couldn’t see me. But I’m back. And I’ve missed you guys so much. 😉

I posted a new poem tonight, something I’m currently working on and I have a few other projects in the works. I’m looking forward to sharing them with you. And, of course, receiving your feedback.

Happy Days Peeps!



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Poem for the White Lady Who Couldn’t Stop Watching Me

What if I suddenly
took off running
like I forgot about
my black skin & imagined
I could simply exist
without always remembering
that my most deadly weapon
is the color of my skin

What if I decided that today
I will not engage in
self-erasure to make you
comfortable in your skin
that I will not concern myself
with existing in your imagination
while living in my own skin

What if I had chosen to
take off running trying to escape
the prison you’ve kept me in
locked into the judgments
you placed on me because of my
skin color? What if I had chosen
to run? Would I be alive today
to write this poem? Or would
my family be struggling beneath
headlines that read:

Future Felon Shot While Fleeing

Violent Criminal Shot While Running

Suspected Robber Killed Trying to Flee Scene

What if I suddenly
took off running?

Peace & Love,

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The Fragility of Memory

the shock of
a familiar gaze
a strange face

in unrembering
you want to
to know
to hold dear

that memory
is fragile
like a robin’s egg
a new life
one where
memories throb
like a beating

death casts
in your
and life
seeps out

Peace & Love,

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By Rosalind Guy

There were always too many of us
sharing that one space
Big Mama never turned anyone
never enough love to go around
but always adequate space
as long as we were all willing to
share beds and clothes and adult relatives
love was
roof over your head
food in your belly
a yard to run around in
the space in Big Mama’s bed
between your two cousins
just for you
but sometimes
one of the adults living in the house
would go to the store and
buy me just one pack
of my favorite candy
I would go down into
the basement that smelled like mold
and sometimes urine
so that I
wouldn’t have to share my candy
one thing I could be selfish with
this is how I love
I always want to keep you close
enough to smell your
perfume, candy-coated sweetness. To drink in
the elixir of your smile. I keep
closing the door to the world
so I can steal away with you
and keep you
all to myself.

Peace & Love,

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Blood on Your Fingers

The word no
needs no translation
or legislation
just listen for
the resistance
tears and resistance
are never
signs of

we never accepted
the position
you forced
us into
we know
you will one day
claim that we
really wanted it
as if though
we can’t
love   rape   hate

Did you notice
how I
avoided you?
Why did no one
the blood
on your
fingers? Or how
I worked hard
not to
with you?

Forced fucking
is not
a solid
for a relationship.

I never
thought you
loved me or
wanted me or
cared for me or
wanted to do
anything but
fuck me and
and I
never thought
could ever
be translated into
me giving
my approval
for you to
use your power
to forcefully

Peace & Love,

*Note from the poet: I am tired of men abusing women’s bodies and trying to convince them that they wanted it as if though we’re too stupid to know that if we really wanted to be forced to engage in something that in no way resembles love. We have been loved and we know what love feels like. So our feelings about being raped are not up for discussion.

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The Beauty of Chaos

He stood for hours
gazing into chaos
A Banusic painting
hanging on the wall of
a museum or languishing in
a friend’s hallway or
some other space
when he disappeared
I knew he’d started to
unfold himself
into that painting
the afternoon
we first saw it
and that he’d gone back
many times before
and that my presence
had pulled him away
but his soul yearned
for chaos, soul-rending pain
the ultimate beauty

I should have known
I’ve always been a fan of

Peace & Love,

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Poem Reminiscing about when Love was True

If I’m completely honest
with myself
I would finally admit that I
miss dearly
that time when I could love openly
that time when love
glowed on my face like the sun
on a summer afternoon
when every day was summer
and winter was far away

A time when words flowed
from my pen like water and
poems bloomed like flowers in my garden
Love once presented me with a bouquet
of poems and I
sometimes still hold them
in my hands, careful to avoid
the thorns

Who would ever believe it was
once okay to long
for love and to feel it reciprocated

I remember longing for love
on a Sunday afternoon
Caress me with your eyes.

Finger my soul, open it

as if though it were the

opening of my sex accepting you.

Fully. Washing me over in waves,

a desire to know you like no other.
I tremble. I shudder with anticipation

awaiting one single touch from you.


It was like existing in a dream
from which you never wanted to awaken
like holding your breath and wishing
to never exhale. It was love.
People saw it in our faces
were drawn to the light
like we were but


people also wanted to put out the light
so many prefer the darkness to brightness
of a love that shines from deep within
plotting behind closed doors to know
what you know never realizing
it was never theirs to know
looting and rioting stealthily removing
all traces of light
until every day becomes swathed in darkness


You can’t always remember to
guard your heart to preserve your light
but you can safeguard the memories
and mine are still fresh
I kept them stored in the freezer
to preserve their freshness
I’ll take them out today and remember
how it felt to long to make love
on a Sunday afternoon how it felt
to bask in a love that was wholly reciprocated
how it felt to cradle a love so full of light
it couldn’t help but touch those around me


I’ve decided today to just lie in my bed
and caress my memories like I once
caressed my love and tomorrow
tomorrow I will wrap it once more
in aluminum foil and begin to forget
what it was like to long for a love
that longed for me just as much

I will step back into the darkness
denying the cold denying that I ever knew
what it was like to love and to
want to make love on a Sunday afternoon

Peace & Love,

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