Month: December 2014

I write to keep my rhythm and string.Sometimes Its all I have, while life abandon’s me.Centering all my  ticks and tocks.Cultivating these itchy thoughts. A healthy word a day keep the demons at bay. Regenerating word-cells ; if it were not for writing I would be alone. Poet:Krissy Mosley

She took her mind out for a short walk.Along the way,the left brain said to the right. “They divided us and now we must work together!” The shadows we boxed ,longing for stillness.Fragmented cavities of uncertainty. Turning onto Cherry street; ant piles shaped the X sign on the sidewalk. Little dirty children we use to […]

This time when I grow up.I do it right.With no hashtags,scratches toward the back.When I grow up,I’ll see the  moon souls’.When I grow up in this world,I’ll start over at hundred and four. Smile at little more.Cry a little harder.Scream a little louder,venturing in and out of sleep. Poet:Krissy Mosley

Originally posted on Visionarie Kindness Chronicles:
Judah’s Birth Men say, giving birth is a beautiful thing. I agreed silently, until my turn came. Laying flat on a table exposed, vulnerable, anticipating the cry of a newborn. The night fall of raining, pouring, down on the windows. my body traveling through multiple changes 10 centimeters deep…

While the shoes are gathered together I think of Philly, no feet walking, just shoes of where we could go aligned with blue-black night I think of London’s skyline I think of my people Old man Jack frozen in the snow Of “Maya Angelou” “All God’s children have shoes” I think of El Paso and […]

When going up, no-less,holding on. When going down, give-in:Jasmine petals, the onions, breaking up the fevers. Unclogging the mind. Happiness has a flow. Poet;Krissy Mosley all rights reserved 2014