Ain't no regular
Hocus Pocus. This is some
Brew straight from the Gods.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Gratitude
For the sun rising
For the love of family and friends
For trees
How they blow and whisper
Way the clouds cover my head
Remind me to remember
For the cracks in the sidewalks
Guiding me on my way
And water
Always water
Ocean
River
Rain
I give thanks
For the love of family and friends
For trees
How they blow and whisper
Way the clouds cover my head
Remind me to remember
For the cracks in the sidewalks
Guiding me on my way
And water
Always water
Ocean
River
Rain
I give thanks
Chill. Netflix. New chapter.
Saturday, December 29, 2018 5:30pm. Long Beach. Sister's.
It's been a good day today. A chill day. I'm still Netflix binging. Roshann and her family come back tomorrow. We pick up the keys to the new place on Monday. A new chapter is beginning.
Have a good one.
It's been a good day today. A chill day. I'm still Netflix binging. Roshann and her family come back tomorrow. We pick up the keys to the new place on Monday. A new chapter is beginning.
Have a good one.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Donna
I found out that my childhood friend who passed away had been sick. Bless her heart. Bless her family and friends. She went through this privately. I understand that.
Dad
Missing you today
All those conversations
Flood my memory like ocean
Like scripture
Way you could make me laugh
Could make me cry too
Your hands
I remember your hands
When I was a girl I put my hand in yours
You taught me to fly a kite
You were my magic man
Diamond soaring high
Riding the waves of the wind
Take me with you
Take me with you
Look at me
Can you see me now
Ever hear me cry for you
Was that you rustling in the leaves the other day
Know how much you're loved, Dad
Know how much you're missed
All those conversations
Flood my memory like ocean
Like scripture
Way you could make me laugh
Could make me cry too
Your hands
I remember your hands
When I was a girl I put my hand in yours
You taught me to fly a kite
You were my magic man
Diamond soaring high
Riding the waves of the wind
Take me with you
Take me with you
Look at me
Can you see me now
Ever hear me cry for you
Was that you rustling in the leaves the other day
Know how much you're loved, Dad
Know how much you're missed
Father's birthday. Love. Criminal Minds.
Friday, December 28, 2018 7:35pm. Long Beach. Sister's.
Today would have been my father's birthday. I'm sending love and good thoughts. I miss him. Miss his jokes. He was the funniest man in the world. Really. It's been about ten years since he passed away.
I love you, Dad. Love you so much.
Uraeus and I are at my sister's home with my mother. She, my mother, had another one of her headaches again so she's in her room resting. My sister and her family are out of town until Sunday. Hopefully my mother will be feeling better soon. Her headaches get scary.
Uraeus is in the room and I'm in the front still binging on Criminal Minds.
Love yourselves.
Today would have been my father's birthday. I'm sending love and good thoughts. I miss him. Miss his jokes. He was the funniest man in the world. Really. It's been about ten years since he passed away.
I love you, Dad. Love you so much.
Uraeus and I are at my sister's home with my mother. She, my mother, had another one of her headaches again so she's in her room resting. My sister and her family are out of town until Sunday. Hopefully my mother will be feeling better soon. Her headaches get scary.
Uraeus is in the room and I'm in the front still binging on Criminal Minds.
Love yourselves.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Sing
Love is the memory of my grandfather's pipe
Way the smoke would settle in his palms
It is the hymns the deacons and mothers would sing on Sunday mornings
Love is morning
It is breath
Every inhale
Every Amen
Every praise
Love is the clouds
The pictures they make
Stories they tell
Love is the black dye in my grandmother's Jheri curl
Her belly laugh and perfect cursive
Love is
Love is
Love is
Way the smoke would settle in his palms
It is the hymns the deacons and mothers would sing on Sunday mornings
Love is morning
It is breath
Every inhale
Every Amen
Every praise
Love is the clouds
The pictures they make
Stories they tell
Love is the black dye in my grandmother's Jheri curl
Her belly laugh and perfect cursive
Love is
Love is
Love is
Donna. Prayers. Died.
I just found out that a childhood friend of mine passed away last night. Her name was Donna Powell and she was a beautiful woman inside and out. My prayers go out to her family and friends. I don't know what happened but I guess I'll find that out later. Or not. The reality is that she died like everybody dies, she stopped breathing. I hope it was nothing tragic like a murder or something like that. Although if it was something like that I think I would have heard. So sad. She was so young. She couldn't have been more than fifty. Yes fifty is young. Again, I'll be praying for her family.
Tell your loved ones you love them.
Tell your loved ones you love them.
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Place. Long Beach. Beautiful.
Wednesday, December 26, 2018 2:08pm. Long Beach. Sister's.
Well we have a place now! I really like it. We move in on the first of the month. It's out in Pomona in a lovely neighborhood.
Today we are at my sister's place with my mother. My sister and her family are out of town so we are staying with my mother so she won't be alone.
So our chapter of homelessness is over. I'm thankful that we were always covered. That we always ate and had each other. God is faithful.
It's a beautiful day out. It's also Wednesday so I might go out to The World Stage tonight. Maybe I'll be inspired to write. Perhaps I'll post more later. I truly hope that you are all grateful for your lives.
Love yourselves.
Well we have a place now! I really like it. We move in on the first of the month. It's out in Pomona in a lovely neighborhood.
Today we are at my sister's place with my mother. My sister and her family are out of town so we are staying with my mother so she won't be alone.
So our chapter of homelessness is over. I'm thankful that we were always covered. That we always ate and had each other. God is faithful.
It's a beautiful day out. It's also Wednesday so I might go out to The World Stage tonight. Maybe I'll be inspired to write. Perhaps I'll post more later. I truly hope that you are all grateful for your lives.
Love yourselves.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Christmas. Family. Lakers.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018 8:13pm. Long Beach. Sister's.
It's Christmas! I'm with my family eating and watching the Lakers beat Golden State. It's a great night. Ursula and her family came over and that was good. So we had an active three year old in the house.
Tomorrow I'm going out to see the place in Pomona. My mom said she wants to go too. That would be good.
I'm going to engage with my people now before they leave.
Be good to yourselves.
It's Christmas! I'm with my family eating and watching the Lakers beat Golden State. It's a great night. Ursula and her family came over and that was good. So we had an active three year old in the house.
Tomorrow I'm going out to see the place in Pomona. My mom said she wants to go too. That would be good.
I'm going to engage with my people now before they leave.
Be good to yourselves.
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