My plan, not my purpose had me embarrassed and angry at the position I had placed myself in.
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 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 now... Continue Reading →
Can I come up to the place that keeps you sane? Where the wind blows all your cares away. Where the freedom pushes you to soar in the universe of opportunities. Where the clouds impersonate your long lost imaginary friends. Where the beautiful blue sky takes you into a day dream filled with miracles that energizes all your senses. Where the squirrels... Continue Reading →
I love taking pictures of beautiful places and things. This one is a beautiful church in Atlanta GA. I used this picture for this particular poem because we often attend places of worship to bring balance to the turmoil that churns inside us. © 2016 All words & images by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.
Love is not enough to conquer the demons that lurk in the inner most dwelling of your bones. It has surpassed the soul & spirit. It does not move freely in your heart & mind. It has hardened & calcified in the bones. It is thick & unmovable. Days filled with laughter & smiles of... Continue Reading →
The hot summer days of Georgia had a special way of piercing my skin with a darkness that made most black folks uncomfortable. I was a beautiful sun-kissed child that loved playing outside; but somehow, this love and longing to enjoy the beautiful rays of sun and the smell of the fresh grass and blooming... Continue Reading →
My truth. Is it really truth? Or is it the delusion of visions, feelings, hopes, dreams, missed opportunities, yearnings, cravings, and late night nightmares that take shelter in my spirit and soul? Will my truth forever hold me captive to the reality of nothing tangible? Nothing that is made of steel that will remain unbreakable... Continue Reading →
Memories live on in the things that are "no longer needed or wanted". As a young girl, I remember waking up on cold Georgia mornings not wanting to emerge from the thick wool blankets that covered me. If we were lucky we were blessed to have electric blankets that made us in some weird fashion... Continue Reading →