write
-
Something Genuine
The door to the patio is open, and the screen door shields me from the insects that I may enjoy the brisk caress of the wind on my skin. And as I inhale the fresh taste of the evening air, enjoying the end of a peaceful day, I think about the genuine that often come from… Continue reading
-
Why I Write Black
Because flowers grow in strange places like tattered pieces of wood and recycled paper Because history is frost bitten and winter refuses to be comforted by the sun bluish-white and numbed pain cold skin and prickling feeling Because the sky don’t stay dark forever but light ain’t taught in history class Because… Continue reading
-
When Inspiration Comes
I thought of you this morning and knew that you would come. I thought to write about you then, but I tend to learn all too late that there is a time and place even for thoughts; a succession of images and ideas, some brighter than the others. Some wait patiently for me to notice… Continue reading
-
The worst enemy to creativity
…and quitting. Continue reading
