The Last Post

I have not given up on you yet, but this is my last general post. For the week. Not my usual last post, but the last one until next week sometime. There won’t be a Recipe Sunday coming up and you will not get your stream of inspirational quotes, poetry, and whatever else I feel like talking about. I will be taking a mini vacation away from this blog to handle some much needed business. I thought about whether or not to just disappear into thin air. If I should leave you pondering the misty like dust lingering around my dashboard; if I should cloak myself with invisibility and then suddenly re-appear, but I don’t think that would be much fun. In the meantime, I would like to give an open invitation to both new and old followers to help yourself to the house. Scroll through as many old posts as you wish, help yourself to the tabs, whatever pleases your fancy, comment, or join this blog for the first time. I will still be interactive while I’m gone. I just won’t be in the position to publish any posts but I do have eyes in the back of my head just so you know. And while you can make yourself at home I’m not sure if there’s anything in the fridge so if you plan to stick around just like, bring a snack or something.

Ok well that’s it. I better get on outta here; I have a plane to catch. The post after this one will be my final quote of the week. So yea, stepping away now. Don’t everyone cry at the same time.

Before

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Before they ever thwarted us…
Beat down tortured us…
Slave ship boarded us…
Rounded up and horded us…
Before they ever sent the natives round to go and capture ya…

Before they gave us crack and put them crooked laws on us…
Before they water hosed us and sent them dogs on us….
Before the self-hatred had us fighting one another…
Before the Willie Lynch Letter broke our family structure….

In Case You Missed It: Top PBS Poems of 2014

I’m excited to do this for you. I was curious as to which poems you liked most and I found these. Feel free to take another read or read for the first time. They are listed in the order of the most views and feedback. I only included those you seemed to really enjoy:

Give Me Life
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/23/give-me-life/
This Hair Will Not Apologize
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/26/this-hair-will-not-apologize/
Never Having Been a Girl
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/26/never-having-been-a-girl/
Diamond in the Ruff
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/28/diamond-in-the-ruff/
Live Words
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/01/live-words-2/
These Women
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/28/these-women/
The Relationship: My Love Affair With Poetry
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/24/the-relationship-my-love-affair-with-poetry/
Un-Pretty
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/11/un-pretty/
Insomnia
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/21/insomnia/
Too Much Truth
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/05/too-much-truth/

The First Time
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/19/the-first-time/
I am
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/03/i-am/
His Birth Pains
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/03/his-birth-pains/
When We Were Colored
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/27/when-we-were-colored/
Cousin
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/08/26/cousin/
Mr. Black Man
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/30/mr-black-man/
The Unknown Woman
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/03/the-unknown-woman/
Courage
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/17/courage/
Lines
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/23/lines/
Princess
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/30/princess/
Language of the Broken Hearted
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/09/23/language-of-the-broken-hearted/
You Can’t Leave
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/09/29/you-cant-leave/
The Broken Tongue- She Was Not A Poet
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/12/11/the-broken-tongue-she-was-not-a-poet/
Genuine
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/24/genuine/
Memories
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/10/01/memories-2/
She Rebels
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/10/she-rebels/
Consequence of a Lonely Heart
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/17/consequence-of-a-lonely-heart/
A Private Symphony
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/14/a-private-symphony/
Dear Poetry
http://atomic-temporary-72317077.wpcomstaging.com/2014/11/12/dear-poetry/

One Reason to Never Ask Someone To Follow Your Blog

Follow Me

• It’s like asking someone to love you.

As many are polishing and re-polishing their blogs for what 2015 has in store, there are people on the internet contemplating starting a blog. They may be tying up the loose ends and deciding on a template this very moment; or categorizing a host of topics to cover. Some of them are writers, poets, chefs, professional business men and women, teachers, lawyers, publishers, or just people who would like to share their thoughts with the world. Wherever they are we will soon meet them. For this reason there are some tips I think we can all use to help increase productivity, or ideas we would like to share with future newbies or old heads looking to expand and or increase traffic.

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One tip I would like to offer from my tiny corner of the Blogosphere is a suggestion: One Reason to Never Ask Someone to Follow Your Blog. While I admire the courage it takes to step out on faith and all, and give it the old college try, personally I think it’s kind of tacky, screams of desperation, and that we’re all worth so much more. I do not want to thrust my words into your mouth and force you to swallow them and I don’t expect to be forced to do the same. I will never write specifically for your approval because I’m not built that way. If you disagree you have a right to do so and on to the next one. But to ask you to follow me is disingenuous. While the person may just follow you because they investigated what made you bold enough to ask and decided they actually want to follow your blog, the offering side of that coin is not so bright. I imagine we all want people to follow our blogs or to interact with them in some way because we all have something to offer. Even if it’s just a blog created specifically to vent, to rant and to rave about how much life sucks, you still have something to offer otherwise you could have just bought a journal and scribbled till your fingers grew numb. But you didn’t. You decided to browse the internet where millions of people live and share your thoughts with them. Call it therapy, or call it a hobby, whatever, but don’t pretend feedback isn’t encouraging for you because otherwise why are you here? My point is that even if you’re content with one follower, I think he or she is worth all you’ve got to give. I’ve had to do lots of things that required an audience and only had a few people to show, but I’ve always believed that no matter how big or small, it was my responsibility as the host to give one-hundred percent. People are drawn to passion, so give them some—but show, don’t ask.

You want people to interact with your blog because something you said drew them in and they simply could not resist themselves, not just because you asked them to. In this way you already have their attention as opposed to trying to grab their attention. You must strive to keep their attention of course, but you do have them in this moment. No matter how weird and quirky you are people like what you have to say. My suggestion is that you grab them first and let them decide if you’re worth following; it makes for a much sweeter victory. Let us fall in love first before deciding whether or not to make this a commitment.

These Women

these women

Insolent
like heavy shoulders
hard to bear
weight refusing to be comforted
contemptuous
a rubbed off gentleness
like candy wore off the sugar
like sugar wore off the sweet
when they pass by us on the street
an invisible burden hangs from the creases of their jeans
like expectation scratching it’s nails against the concrete
don’t get this wrong
they’re not bad women
though the accusations scream for merciless understanding
of their calling
these women
are taught compassion in the proverb of scripture
they fight a constant sin but no
they’re not women without hope
women not rotten down to the core
just women whose wombs have never bore.

Goodnight 2014

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The wind has released itself from its chambers and spreads its body over the earth. A blanket of hammers slamming low temperatures into the atmosphere, it carries the clouds; full and dark with storms they are coddled into position. The sun has set and is nestled inside the crook of fire in the west wing of the heavens until it is time to renew itself again. The trees expose its private parts except the fourteen or so that do not lose its leaves to the whistling death sentence of winter. In less than a week from now, when the stars loiter on top the sky amidst the backdrop of midnight, people will decorate themselves with the image of change and resolutions, and make intoxicated promises they will never keep. Maybe it is just the warmth of liquor wrapping its arms around their spines, cooling their blood, and pulling at their heart strings. Suddenly it will happen, that moment when the bullet is separated from its shell, the parties burst into confetti, and this moment hushed into a lullaby. Right here, in the middle of a dead winter; everything cold and stiff and silent and yet loud inside a lowering orb of momentary bliss. This is the excited murmur of a new era and it is the canvas to which they will usher in a new year.

Be careful out there.

Mail

mailman

“Here’s the mail that never fails, it makes me wanna wag my tail, when it comes I wanna yell, MAIL!”

Yea yea, I’m quoting Blues Clues. I know were supposed to all be grown and boring and stiff, but I still love getting packages in the mail. It’s a building anticipation of something good. A private party thrown by some invisible person who selected you specifically because you’re just special like that. You tear into the package with the beating heart of a child. Doesn’t really matter what it is, it’s just that it’s there and it’s yours and that’s all that matters in the world. One important attribute we should never lose as we age is appreciation of the little things. Children are so content sometimes with the simplest of things. They are so keen in to the moment itself that nothing else matters in the world. Yesterday has gone and tomorrow may never come. All we ever have is this moment and the taking advantage of what it offers. Life is serious enough; each day already packed with its own set of circumstances. That said, I would love to sit and be mean with all you grown people who don’t really know what it means to curl your mouths up into that positive looking gesture, however I just got books in the mail I am dying to devour; we can complain about your problems later.