La Lune

Oh how that mysterious moon

rises so soon

filling the night

with peaceful light


Her crescent is extremely sharp

like strings on harps

brings you to tears

erasing fears


Always she waxes and she wanes

across the plains

amongst the stars

but never far



New format for me; a minute poem… thought I’d give it a try ūüėČ


Here And Now I Stand


My black magic edifying to those around me who accept and encourage it,

             and alarmingly unclear to those who don’t.

Their disquietude written on faces and seen in body language so rigid

             their confederate flag waves ever so slightly with each tremble of clenched fists.

Before me, these men, women, and children in white, pointy hats and spidery tattoos shrieking abrasive words all the while trying to make me relinquish my power.

             As if I would do such a thing.



Behind me and beside me I am joined by others:

             Those with melanin in various tints and tones

             Those with power as strong as my own

             Those whose stories may or may not have been tragic

             Those who are radiant with their own brown and black magic

We have taught, and will continue to teach, our children, and our brother’s and sister’s that we cannot be silent. We will not slip quietly into the background as our humanity is questioned.




I’m Stuck! Time to Surf.

Ok so I’ve been stuck in this poem I’m writing and I was putzing around on the internet for a bit. When lo and behold, I came across an article written 6 months ago that mentions a sadistic writing app. Well I couldn’t resist. It’s called The Most Dangerous Writing App. Basically, you choose your time anywhere from 3 minutes to 60 minutes and just type. The catch is if you stop writing for 5 seconds, the whole thing DELETES! It’s crazy and stressful and fanfreakingtastic. At like 1 second of not typing, the edges of the page start turning red and at 5 seconds.. it’s all red and gone.

Here’s the app:¬†

Here’s the original article I read:¬†


Here’s what I ended up writing:¬†mdwa

I’m at work and I was just going to type a few words to see how it went. Then I got all involved haha.

It ended up answering my question about saving when I was done. Love it.

Did it help me solve my poem issue? Not at the moment, but I was still writing right? Right. And that’s basically the point.


Now back to that poem… Or better yet, back to work for my last 34 minutes THEN back to the poem ūüėČ


Untitled; A Haiku

Butterflies flutter

Carrying whispers on wind

Soothing furrowed brows



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Radiant Moon; A Tanka

Soft, glowing moon-beams

Breaking through the atmosphere

Sharing enchantment

Bringing laughter on the wind

Illuminating the way




Wave; A Haiku

Faraway reaching

Hoping to cling to the shore

Working against the tides



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Redwood; A Haiku

Standing tall; roots deep

Bending always to no one

Ancient and watching


From the Haiku Horizons prompt