“The Reflections and Confessions of a Serial Lover” is book for those of us who love hard and have experienced both the good and the bad that comes with love. This book of poems and prose shares the healing process and manifestation of to the many different stages of love, pain, healing and loving again.
On hair day I would sit in between mama’s legs and feel her fingers undo last week’s plaits. Her hands moved fast, like spiders when they crawl up walls, her hands inverted-like, experienced with age. Like a ritual, she’d clear her schedule for the day. Just me and her. Sit still and don’t move… Read More ›
I remember how uncomfortable
I was the day we went to take family photos. It was summer time in Harlem.
Beating Drums He had an African drum named She. He played her every day until her skin grew tender. He’d stroke her with the strongest hand, then softest hand simultaneously. He was familiar with her and She with him, and together they made powerful music. He played her like it was the last drum… Read More ›
Cayenne It hangs on the stem like a baby to her mother’s breast. Its brilliant red hue is interrupted by kisses of waxy orange, covering the skin of its small sleek body, shaped like a lower case L, slightly curved inward. Then, ground into new life it rests in my spice shelf, making music like… Read More ›
SHE among the moon at night wanders with much curiosity and much to become she swallows the moon and holds it in her belly.