Love pulls on light; two eyes are made one, Her temporal lobes sounding To remember heaven’s fragrance The colors of her people in jasper, Such delicate… Read more “Firmament”
Let the universe lend her ears to my knees, Let not my crooked streets be in vain, Let our song carry us in the heat. Carry rock.… Read more “Bridge”
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BOOK REVIEW | POETRY Krissy Mosley Leaves Literary Footprints in the Sands By Claudia Moss August 4, 2016 SEVENTH FIRE: Love, Protest…
I am this river, The thing I cannot see.
She holds my hand She corrects my posture “Sit up chile,” her lips swayed but didn’t speak Walked round past hurtful things- open wounds We’d shared our prayers,… Read more “With You.”
Tell her why my skin does fly, Lifted above rims of pain. Jolted, and squeezed, thus wrangled glass, I’d sing beating my cow drums with my… Read more “Sister’s Song”
Down on my knees, I’d get in my spirit, tending to my wounds. Touching quarry -deep. Tapping rain excavating debris, Down on my knees, there is a word… Read more “Tapping Rain”