My response to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr./Corretta Scott King’s new sculpture in Boston. — As an artist, I am pretty open, more open than most. I tend to see the world abstractly, and in that sense, this piece is on the fringes, and that is respectable. But this image disturbs me for a number of reasons that I cannot ignore. As a Black woman…

I’m halfway through!! — Life can make you smile and cry, it’s full of challenges to push us to what we think are our limits. To find out, that we are capable of more than what we could imagine! I’ve found another challenge one designed to really exercise my poetic muscles, stretch my imagination…

A poem — I wish I were a bird to make my home as far away as my breast can beat to have feet as light as tears — unquestioning as a mother’s embrace oh, how I wish I were a bird to have my only worry to be breathless over the sea and no near tree…

A poem: part 1 — I’m making this promise to myself — to Never throw in the towel. Never allow someone else’s opinion of me to be my reality to let me forever be the co-author of my creation Never allow my heart to grow cold — and hard from mistreatment to instead cling to the…

firm green haws hang — high/on a tree outside the neighbor’s house — from limbs — soft in late Summer’s rain enough to bend but not break the kind that make a good switch/that make bad kindling/in haunting shades/of green somewhere between crocodile — and basil that befalls as camouflage at…