Monthly Archives: November 2014


path in the tree

Walking this path to share a common suffering,

that only the living know.

My feet found the puddles and I did not dance.

My eyes saw the rivers that I had not cross,

and no one can measure the beauty in letting go.

In step and stride, in the swampy holes ,

Out numbered by the trees.

They teach me to stand.

Without the arms that use to hold me


Without a signal nor light

stay here

on this path,that you find,


-Krissy Mosley


No Time Left- Response to Ferguson

This time we stood together to hate evil

This time we fought together with our hands up

For everything God made is beautiful in its time

This time justice is on the wrong side of the people

I have no time left to accept this kind of pursuit

I have no time left to deflect

I have no time left, now that peace has lost the fight

I have no time left, to stand by and watch the next lynching victim

I have no time left, for I too have a son

No time left, to run away

No time left, to let my tears fall

No time left, to enjoy black friday’s

No time left,to cover my anger, with a friendly smile

No time left ,shot down:

Malcolm X , Martin Luther King, Trayvon Martin, Emmett Till

I have No time left, to list all the lives destroyed by this kind of violence

No time left to shout Ida B Wells right ,

“One had better die fighting against injustice, than to die like a dog or a rat caught in a trap”

This time Ferguson united us, casting away our differences

No time left, for this kind of injustice


Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014

My Nickel

Grandma said, girly,

Hold your nickel ,

and I did.

Grandma say, spin baby ,let me see you spin.

I’d go spinning on my toes and she’d say my, my, how you’ve grown.

I’d show all my teeth and she’d say baby-girl hold your nickel between your knees

Remember your space is holy that nickel between your knees

Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014

My Abraham

I channeled Moses, in the middle of the sky, 

Laughed… explained why the sea went red,

crossing miles and miles with unleavened bread

what we need down below… church in space

Somewhere in the middle of the sky

with no wings and no slaves

to trust ourselves the upside down worship

with no games, no pull, no pits, just outer space

the lights we’d become

to dance so close to heaven

We could watch the rainbow-break-make colored waters.

And we’d go up and down on Jacob’s ladder meet

Jesus on the way… 

My Abraham.  

Poet Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014