Month: September 2016

  But, then she decided to discover the thing she had hiding away, From the world’s ridicule, Tarnished,wrapped in memories hands, It was her spirit, It was her time, To let herself out Poetry Krissy Mosley) Free google image)  

  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 handmade frost Moving reams, Light pulls on love, upon this dance And she listens to the microscopic quivering prayers, And she listens to salt savoring oceans Inside empty cupboards, […]

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. Carry on. Carry children. Carry our wilderness. Carry Wasteland. Carry me. So if you ask me why I pray. What more shall I do But carry it, on […]

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, prostrated our worth Tenaciously watering down myths bout my kind She made her tonics bustling hope              

  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 thumbs. Heaving low and high, The cicadas on Cicero, Blackbirds, Caged birds, Little birds like me Scanting, Let the dew catch her blade of grass. Watch the wind […]