The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds have overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but... Continue Reading →
Our Blackness
My blackness made you uncomfortable even as melanin percolated deep inside you. A melanin so skin deep I was sure you came from the same Georgia sun that had kissed me so passionately. My blackness made you awkward. My blackness extended deeper than your ability to comprehend. A deepness that ruled generations. My blackness forced... Continue Reading →
If the church doors could talk…
Creative writing about real issues of life. She is pacing back and forth outside of the historical church doors. It is a cold brisk night with few people moving around. The weather has kept most people inside. The church is empty as the time for churchgoers has long passed. Now standing facing the church doors the... Continue Reading →
Lake Lanier
Great Reflection during this time of crisis. Lake Lanier Atlanta, GA. Be safe!
Our Daughters
She is a beautiful vivid flower that requires blooming. She stands out in the box of closed minds. She withers in the presence of weeds that smother her roots and stunts her growth. The soil that is to nurture her is filled with foreign unfamiliar objects that her young roots do not understand. But she... Continue Reading →
Expression
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Our Sons
Many thanks to this gentleman for allowing me to use his image. May his life be blessed! This is truly one of my favorite portraits. Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. (repost) As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I... Continue Reading →
The Splinter that Woke Me Up
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →
The Splinter that Woke Me Up
As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison. ... Continue Reading →