Healing came to methrough the hands of womenwho did not call themselves magical,Though everything they touchedknew how to live again. … More
Author: Sherley Delia
Timeless Melodies of Love
Love enters softly tonight. Not begging.Not bargaining.Not making some grand,perfunctory speechabout foreverwhile still being emotionally absentby Tuesday. No. This love … More
Entering July in Jubilee
I enter JulyWith my hips fluent in optimism,My shoulders refuse the obsolete griefthat once tried to rent a room in … More
A Sure Thing
I have stopped mistaking exhaustionfor devotion. There was a timeI thought tenacity meantwalking through every stormwith a composed face,a gracious … More
To Embody Love
Love is not a power play. It is vulnerability. It is the way I enter a roomalready reconciled with my … More
Greetings, By Many Names
Greetings, Lakshmi,gold at the threshold,lotus-woman laughing softlyat every door that once mistook me for empty. Greeting, Ezili,perfumed grief, pink satin, … More
Summer Solstice
The sun stayed late today,and I took it personally. Not as a sign, exactly,but as a reminder:Light is most generousWhen … More
The Original Has No Rival
Let me say this with my full chestand excellent diction: I am not confusedabout the caliber of my own brilliance. … More
Sugar and Salt
Healing, beloved, is not a rumor.It is not a borrowed coat,not a theory passed around by peoplewho have never survived … More
When I Became Unavailable
I have learnedthat focus is not a mood.It is a private roomwith a locked doorand good lighting. It is the … More