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Poetry: We Still Remember
~~~ Though tears are shed less frequently hearts longing is not as painful we still feel empathy for families seeking to fill the void of loss; lives changed long ago on a sunny day work halted and...
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Beauty II
~~~ In conjunction with the blog defining beauty, sharing some additional images and poetry related to abstract and cultural beauty. ~ These Gullah inspired woven creations are made by Sufia...
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A Poem: Winter Solstice
~~~ Winds swirling, whipping whirling throughout trees releasing their final Fall leaves. Hibernation taking place throughout natures spaces. Sleep comes now, letting God work, creating additional...
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In Memory of Mom
~~~ My Mom Mother’s Day weekend is tough for me. When my mom was living, I would enjoy showering her with gifts this weekend. However, I didn’t wait until Mother’s Day to tell her I loved her or to...
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My Granddaddy Hamilton
~~~ Today is the day when we celebrate father’s in the United States. I’ve highlighted my dad in past Father’s Day inspired post but today I am paying homage specifically to my granddaddy Hamilton. Due...
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Poetry, Pictures, & Politics
~~~ September 2nd through 6th contained numerous events surrounding the 2012 Democratic National Convention held in Charlotte, NC. The event had many goals but the primary one was the nomination of...
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Poetically Speaking
April is National Poetry Month here in the United States. National Poetry Month is the largest literary celebration in the world, with tens of millions of readers, students, K-12 teachers, librarians,...
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A Poem: Forced Entry
He broke into me- stole something. Brazen thief never charged with forced entry, and no one sees the bruise prints the scratch marks on my spirit- these don’t make police reports. The dignity...
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A Poem: Calling
He called my name, my full given name pronounced each syllable that my mother spoke the day I was born. He called my name, like he knew my gait how each foot landed when I walked to Sunday School in...
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Between The Lines
Standing strong by staying seated to help right wrongs. Walked for miles until their feet were tender and torn. Praying and singing hand in hand seeking justice. Needing to be seen as people not just...
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