Meet Sacra, a Togolese man with dreams of making it in the American Heartland.
A bitter taste
an after taste
He wants me to swallow
He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks
Over and over he examines it
Impression management is a requisite to performing on the social stage of life. To possess a keen sense of styleContinue reading “Sartorial View: How to Dress for Success”
For the first time, I read a poem of mine (written in real time at the workshop) for an audience. Love in courage, I share my piece:
Poetic thought on the blessing coming prior to the maturity. Sometimes we postpone decisions or run from opportunity because we feel ill-prepared and lack faith; fear clouds the path to good stewardship. And in parenthood? Is one ever truly ready? Psalms 127:3 “Children are a gift from the Lord. They are a reward from Him.”
by Margery Hannah
I am only a person
tall and plain, tongue maimed long
ago when cow bells were ringing.
I was in love with those big
reminding me of me.
I was just thinking about dark matter, how powerful it is, how it is the beginning of us all, the mother, the Eve, thee eve. Dark matter is undetectable, yet robustly influential on the universe and evolution, and black holes let nothing escape–not light, not stars, not galaxies. At the latter’s edge, time appears to stop and at its core, matter shrinks to infinite density and the known laws of physics break down. And I thought my mother was an overbearing and powerful mystery. You. Don’t. Know. Her.
Genetics dictate we are a 50/50 split of our parents, and researchers have identified various cycles that continue from one generation to the next. But how similar are we really to our parents and how do we become our own person–and what loop will we become in the chain of familial tradition?
by Margery Hannah There is an ocean largeabove Texas where copper flickers ivory fish ribs scale the expanse like veinsContinue reading “Killeen Sky”
Monday meter from #theliterarypurveyor: An avenue named for the state and its best city is the median for two juxtaposed neighboring communities—Crown Heights and Brownsville—and the setting for today’s #poetry