A Poem: Calling

He called my name, my full given name pronounced each syllable that my mother spoke the day I was born.   He called my name, like he knew my gait how each foot landed when I walked to Sunday School in too tight patent leather shoes.   He called my name, as though he were […]

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A Poem: Forced Entry

He broke into me- stole something. Brazen thief   never charged with forced entry, and no one sees the bruise prints the scratch marks on my spirit-   these don’t make police reports. The dignity missing from my step doesn’t qualify as physical evidence.   I shake when I see him. Only my homegirls seem […]

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Poetically Speaking

April is National Poetry Month here in the United States.  National Poetry Month is the largest literary celebration in the world, with tens of millions of readers, students, K-12 teachers, librarians, booksellers, literary events curators, publishers, bloggers, and, of course, poets marking poetry’s important place in our culture and our lives every April.  It was […]

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My Granddaddy Hamilton

~~~ Today is the day when we celebrate father’s in the United States. I’ve highlighted my dad in past Father’s Day inspired post but today I am paying homage specifically to my granddaddy Hamilton. Due to various reasons, which I choose not to discuss today I had four grandfathers but granddaddy Hamilton was at the […]

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In Memory of Mom

~~~ Mother’s Day weekend is tough for me. When my mom was living, I would enjoy showering her with gifts this weekend. However, I didn’t wait until Mother’s Day to tell her I loved her or to treat her to dinner. Each month I would do something nice or maybe deposit a little surprise in […]

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A Poem: Winter Solstice

~~~ Winds swirling, whipping whirling throughout trees releasing their final Fall leaves. Hibernation taking place throughout natures spaces. Sleep comes now, letting God work, creating additional rings of growth on old oaks. Preparing bulbs buried deep for a long winters nap; be dormant, we shall see your beauty again in Spring. . by: Joyce M. […]

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