A Memory Once Reflected

It was a discretionary tale of humbleness, a precipice of love that could not be easily explained, only examined beneath … More

Dancing in the Winds

Illiteracy is rampant. People are out of communication.Karen Black Illiteracy is rampant, and somewhere along the way, people have mistaken … More

The Embrace of August

August comes in golden,warm as breathagainst the back of my neck,bright as a griffinwatching over the edge of morning. She … More

Her Intuition Was Not a Guess

A woman’s intuition is not a rumorfloating around the roomlooking for somewhere to land. It is not paranoia.It is not … More

The Lion at the Gate

The lion walks beside menot as an ornament,But as a sentinel. He does not roarfor trivial applause.He does not perform … More

The Garden of Possibilities

The Garden of Possibilities I have loved rainlong before I knewIt was a kind of literacy. The sky opens its … More

The Gods Walk Beside Her

And the gods, too, know my name. Papa Legba stands at the gate,hat tilted, cane in hand,opening the roadwith a … More

Moving Forward, Without Looking Back

I am grateful for so many things nowthat even my silence has started keeping a list. For the mornings that … More

Yesterday’s Passion, Today’s Cool Running

Last night, I saw it clearly,And I smiled. The connection is a slow burn now,not the wildfire it used to … More

Vocabulary for Sweetness

I have always believed in sweetnessshould have standards. It should not arrive desperate,powdered, trembling,begging to be chosenfrom behind the bakery … More