Tag Archives: inspiration

Heat

When you got Lauryn Hill on the radio, a pen in your hand and a notebook, this is what happens: It’s kinda hard to pinpoint when I first knew something was wrong. Sometimes I think it was just the fact … Continue reading

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Snatches of a Friday Afternoon Conversation

He said But I don’t want to hurt you She said Don’t worry my love is bulletproof No bitter lies steeped in desperate loving      can destroy      No burnished, hollow love masquerading      as true Carry me in your … Continue reading

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The Woman in the Mirror

I recognize the woman, the one who spends her lunch breaks napping in the park Every afternoon she parks beneath the umbrella of the oak trees & removes the drape of shame that weighs her down every day Away from … Continue reading

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Breaking My Own Heart

A poem in the works: I have broken my own heart so many times I no longer trust myself to love. I’ve spent years learning what it takes to unravel my love and then I am guilty of tolerating people … Continue reading

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Heaven

She found Heaven in his eyes so she stripped herself naked and became a planet in his universe. As if by magic – really it was love – everything aligned easily within the shifting of their universe. Love was easy … Continue reading

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A Rape Victim’s Memory

She knows there are some things a body must forget like the feel of a stranger’s hand prying knees apart like a stubborn door whose hinges scream out for oil or the rancid smell of breath brushing her neck, presenting … Continue reading

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Free

She learned silence in the womb of her mother’s screams Becoming invisible wasn’t hard when no one wanted you to exist. She became proficient at making herself small around people she loved because she learned love was quiet & unassuming … Continue reading

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The Phone Call

She thinks, I wonder if her knew before he left. I mean, did he have any idea before he left the house that day. Did he know that he would murder a mother’s soul, an unknowing mother who always knew? … Continue reading

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He Knew. She Knew.

Spring The day she saw him in the park she knew. but don’t all women? He asked to photograph her. Wanted to take her picture. Just one—he pleaded. She paused       not because he was a stranger but because his smile  … Continue reading

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Bitter Fruit

standing on the razor blade of indecision she was afraid to move forward. the past taught her that love was a bitter piece of fruit that grew in a tree up out of her reach. one step forward to grab … Continue reading

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