As the thunderstorms gather strength the last place I wanted to be was at work. My face lit by the abrasive florescent lighting and eyes numb from the light blue glow of the computer screen.i saw the clouds getting darker and more grey and my mind switched back to our very last time together. we … More The Afternoon
I laid on my back the grass was softer then I thought it would be walking on it. It cushioned me and was warm with the lingering heat of the day that was almost done. I watched the sun, alight with it’s bunsen burner orange flame glow, set in the sky. the fireworks began but … More The Grass
Let’s pretend I am a poet Could I kidnap you? Take you to my house and laugh limmericks onto your lips, hum haikus in your hair, sing sonnets against your skin, while I embrace you with my expressions Vanish your vexations with my voice and soothe your spirit with simplicity Would you let me kidnap … More The Plagarism
I know that I have been slacking on this blog and I apologize. Many things eat up time and space. Here is something I was thinking about while watching the fireworks last Friday. Do I want my love to be like fireworks loud explosions of color announcing their arrival to everyone ooooohhhh, aaaaaahhhhh oh how … More Fireworks
Harleigh was tall with waist length locs that were a deep espresso color. His skin was the color of dulce de leche and looked like if you licked him, he would definitely taste like caramel. His body definitely said that he was athletic but didn’t spend all his time in the gym. He and I … More The Player
It was just a small room where we kept our supplies. It had a ceiling height filing metal grey filing cabinet and the three other walls had bookshelves. It was literally a hole in the wall only about five feet by five feet. Every time I went to get supplies or hang my coat up … More The closet
It’s raining again…The sky looks like it is covered with a layer of dust. Similar to the layer that covers grandma’s old dresser because nobody ever remembers to dust. It’s not cold, but it definitely isn’t warm. The whole day is caught in a cottony cloud of mediocritcy. The medium heavy rain is constant. It’s … More A Rainy Day…
I knew I wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on your instrument.I looked the medium black box you were carrying and then I looked up into your face. It was then that I noticed your face. It was a toasty light brown color. You had jet black hair with just a smidgen … More The Musician
Wandering & Wondering 