Poetry

The War At Home

August 20, 2014 · 1 Comment 

These moments are hard Bitter like the sweetness of lard Like the quickening of the softest sand Beneath feet as they are sinking in Tough like a soft chew cookie More precious than a bee’s sting Wondering silently, “do they despise me” In rare moments, you might ask Why they secretly shower you With music and videos And the rain of compliments Pours down all over you But the storm It’s like a buzzing bee Creeping up ever so slowly On a community unknown formerly To roughly console thee In moments of excruciating Torment all knowing How the storm does rage And folks are... [Read the full story]

Entertainment

Review: Girl In The Mirror by Alix B. Golden [Paperback]

Review: Girl In The Mirror by Alix B. Golden [Paperback]

August 20, 2012 · 5 Comments 

All Christen Calhoun really wants is to be a successful photographer, love a beautiful woman, and make her father proud, but easier said than done. When she graduates from Savannah State University, a dead end bank job isn’t what she had in mind. She stifles her creativity in bland business suits while her camera collects dust in the corner of her modest studio apartment. Her inability to decipher lust from love often leaves her sexually satiated, but emotionally bereft. When her soul is drained, as well as her bank account, will she take the advice of her father, Pop Calhoun, and... [Read the full story]

Prose

Re-Introducing Rebel & Rene

Re-Introducing Rebel & Rene

June 11, 2011 · 2 Comments 

I’m not easily impressed, but I was impressed from the start with her ability to captivate an audience with a unique writing style full of prose, poise, and excellent story telling. Her pen carried with it a certain grace that was evident to me, and many others by the looks of her comment section, from the start. While I tend to be long-winded in my writing, she would seemingly get straight to the point, not concerned with beating around the bush unless there was a bush that needed beating. One thing that stood out was how I would never get bored of her posts no matter how many of them I’d... [Read the full story]

Blog

Life is Good

September 3, 2014 · Leave a Comment 

I say it without reservation; that life is good. I think it with firm resolve; that life is good. There are days when I struggle to embrace life being good. Thinking back to two years ago and everything I’ve withstood. I mean, it’s made me stronger in ways I’d never imagined. How ironic this life can be, and the experiences that are fashioned, but they say you only live once. How exactly could someone filled with so much light only live once. I know that mindset is destined for disaster. She used to always say take life by the horns and ride that bull until you can’t take... [Read the full story]

Politics

The War At Home

August 20, 2014 · 1 Comment 

These moments are hard Bitter like the sweetness of lard Like the quickening of the softest sand Beneath feet as they are sinking in Tough like a soft chew cookie More precious than a bee’s sting Wondering silently, “do they despise me” In rare moments, you might ask Why they secretly shower you With music and videos And the rain of compliments Pours down all over you But the storm It’s like a buzzing bee Creeping up ever so slowly On a community unknown formerly To roughly console thee In moments of excruciating Torment all knowing How the storm does rage And folks are... [Read the full story]

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I’m Just Me

November 15, 2014 · Leave a Comment 

I’m a sensitive soul, but I often wonder if I am compassionate enough. I’m a complicated person, and my edges are a little rough. I believe that you should do unto others as you would have them do unto you. As with friendship and loyalty I’ve been an equal partner through and through. Within my family confounds all around can be found the basic principal of love; be it verb or noun. God comes first, the other person second, and when I’m down I pick myself up and get to stepping. I am third. I think and see like an artist, so most people can appear to be contorted and distorted.... [Read the full story]

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I’m Just Me

I’m a sensitive soul, but I often wonder if I am compassionate enough. I’m a complicated person, and my edges are a little rough. I believe that you should do unto others as you would have them do unto you. As with friendship and loyalty I’ve been an equal partner through and through. Within my family...

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Cocky

He sits there all smug Button down shirt slightly Open at the top White tee underneath While to the choir he preaches Baptizing words with The sweat of his brow The sound of his voice Slightly twinged with a scowl Too young to be so sad Too old to have such High miles riding him Only child spoiled From birth both parents Mother...

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Life is Good

I say it without reservation; that life is good. I think it with firm resolve; that life is good. There are days when I struggle to embrace life being good. Thinking back to two years ago and everything I’ve withstood. I mean, it’s made me stronger in ways I’d never imagined. How ironic this life...

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The War At Home

These moments are hard Bitter like the sweetness of lard Like the quickening of the softest sand Beneath feet as they are sinking in Tough like a soft chew cookie More precious than a bee’s sting Wondering silently, “do they despise me” In rare moments, you might ask Why they secretly shower you With...

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Mr. Fix Her Up

How can we work on fixing us When you are being worked on By Mr. Fix Her Up Distracting my attempts To fuel the fire that rushes The blaze it rages Inside I am suffering You say not to focus On the wrong song buffering When what’s standing in my way Has been a long time coming Mid-February was the first time The...

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A Nation Of Malcolm’s

A nation of Malcom’s Ex themselves and make messes felt Out of the game of life Victory is often curtailed By the mainstreaming and disbelieving Through mind controlled music and videos Saluting video vixens and videos hoes Influencing our youth while We sit back and smile Bobbing and weaving Off of distorted...

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The Truth About Homosexuality

Homosexuality is a choice The soul makes before birth It has nothing to do with Your souls actual worth We are all worthy in our physical life Blood genes and brain matter aside It is our hearts that matter most What we project from the inside The heart of a gay man Or that of a lesbian is identical to A heterosexual It...

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Love Lessons

My butterflies are madly in love In a chaotic moment All it takes is her touch And the brush of her lips Against mine are enough To ruffle all of my feathers Until my peacock comes undone Oh how her storm I will weather How her love I will treasure How she fills up my cup And what runneth over feels like heaven She...

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I Crave A Love

I crave a love as deep as the ocean I crave what I once had What comes from unconditional loves potion What comes is the question I ask From you the deepest bluest sea forms From your almond eyes is a sea that free forms Allowing artistic honesty to be reborn Allowing love to flow like the oldest ink on cuneiform Red,...

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Weapon Of Mass Pleasure

I was ashamed for at the foot of my lovers bed, none so much as a polished toe did curl, save one Bent in opposite direction The biggest of the bunch and sparing my tongue from licking upon A single sliver of golden pearl, Coating the warmth within her skin My licks danced twirls as her gently weakened legs, parlayed...

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My Pulse Pounds Silently

Forward I’m normally this strong force; a guiding light that others seek. But she has awakened in this poet, a lover wanting to doggy paddle up her creek. To wade around in her deep sea. Sometimes she makes me weak, great heart skipping beats. And she does so effortlessly. I always trust my intuition, explicitly,...

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Getting Over An Affair

The length of time is not measured In seconds, minutes, hours or years It could take a lifetime To alleviate the tears Of unforgotten moments Times better left Behind the scenes The direction of your soul will shift Your gears may seem all oiled one day And the next it’s as if you were never okay The pain and...

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A Poet In A Dying World c. 2008

The big bad witch is dead the fat lady has finally sung but is it her last song or is she just getting started on the next one. No one ever said how many songs she’d sing in the end or if Osama bin Laden is really truly dead. He’s probably in the Witness Protection Program Chillin’ Smokin’ Wondering...

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Revive The Moment

I think by now the industry must be met with pretense. Hotter than July, let’s reminense As we stood there remembering the 90’s, it was one sunny morning and everything was blue, green, and awkwardly forlorn it seemed Heavy in our hip rollers, we danced into the melody, allowed our sultry movements to be...

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How To Lose A Girl In 5 Weeks

One of the riskiest moves I’ve made all year has been to put my heart on the line again. After a previous lovers escapade and many obstacles littering the way – resulting in the art of loss, I wondered if I had truly learned anything. I would soon find out in a relatively short time frame. Shortly after...

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The Art Of Love

The art of loving Requires no brush of paint Or numbered two pencil She is the art Her heart the canvas Upon which my love is stenciled How I need no eyes to see The desire written upon her own My chocolate skin coating her caramel Body in kisses; where licks too are honed Wanting to tug on her heart’s folds Feel...

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Stacked Up High

Stacked up high to my neck are these blocks of moments; where my brain storming the day she departed is torment. So instead I forego it. And in reality, I’m just learning how to be happy again. Learning how to forget certain things and as for others…to start remembering. Learning daily to resist the urge...

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Alone

I think at some point if someone had just told me, “You are watching your girlfriend die.” I would have adopted a whole different attitude at the onset of the second diagnosis. Perhaps a dose of reality with a shot of hypnosis. It returned exactly one year and one day after the first cancer was found. How...

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An Open Letter To YMCA Camp Jorn’s Board of Directors

Nestled in the woods of Manitowish Waters, WI exists a place I’ve always considered a home away from home. Camp Jorn holds a special place in my heart. I distinctly remember my first journey to the Northwoods. How it was the first time I’d ever been away from home for more than a few days. It was the summer...

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Wake Up One Morning

I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to love again I’ve had this feeling ever since I could count to ten From the very moment I realized My love was for women I never thought about marriage, or decided to give men a chance Although a guy was the one To steal my first kiss But by chance and by good grace...

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Some Streets in Chicago

Some streets in Chicago resemble war zones Garbage piled up high Reminding children they are at home Encased in concrete building tenements Where a strong breeze intrudes Ruffling broken tree branches Leaving loose leaves blowing in the wind The children; they get no enjoyment out of it They are anxious wondering whose...

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What Purpose Love Serves

The language that follows the path of most resistance whether it’s the marrying type or the look who’s coming to dinner tonight It is not all hype Up on the coffee table we have christened, which found no weary mug needing rest, no I don’t drink coffee, only the warm soft skin of the woman I’ve...

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