a Poem She never drove a car. She would walk and walk the distance no matter how far. Her wrists were dented from| bags she carried for miles, but she never lamented, nor did she cry. I remember this well, the buzzing inner city street, as my brother and I straggled along…

This is a true story. I died on 9th Street and St. Clair. Please let me tell you how I got there. Raised in poverty of an immigrant pair, I was one of ten children with not much to share. By day Papa worked hard but by night drank like…

The Unborn Although you couldn’t see me, you never questioned that I was there. Consumed by my future became your daily care. The first trimester began with a bang. All your plans you rearranged. You made me so happy, that first day you kicked in gear — you resolved to be…

A Possibility or Not — Time is ever present but elusive. Unable to touch or feel her, she slips through my fingers a fact utterly conclusive. If only I could pinch a bit of time. Hold it close to me and stretch it out. This gift I would give to those I love so that they too…

Not the Joker — Tossing around and spinning about. Do you feel like taking a back door or a different route? A toxic blend of must do’s and mundane items that you’d like to send to the moon. What comes first? Second, third, or last? Frozen in space juggling away. …

At First, Almost Invisible to the Naked Eye — So miniscule are the seeds of distrust, bitterness, and hate. Barely visible to the naked eye, but festering and fueling until hate oozes its obscenities and lies. Hate is more than a mild dislike. It grows like a cancer destroying whatever is in clear sight. Only when bias and bullying end…

Although I Am Weak — Beneath my weakness buried in the crag of my soul, is a strength that when needed bubbles forth… Although I may fall, I will rise up tall when your needs call. When the odds are against you, my prayers will lift and carry you through. When the world is pushing you…

We All Have Them — Words spoken in haste without thoughtful consideration may be perceived as refuse or waste. Words can be like unraveled threads, pulling a garment apart at both ends. Relationships may be thrown asunder when ugly verbiage takes on the sound of thunder. But… Forming the right words is not a lost art when…