Sometimes I think about a woman’s belly The kind that is soft and just a little warm That cups into your hand And puckers under your lips Bellies are underrated Attention is often given To more explicit places But the belly is tender A windowsill made of cotton to rest your head With sides to... Continue Reading →
I remember sitting on your bed in your dorm room- It was a single, just one of many signs that you were often lucky in circumstance- Listening to you talk about the guy you had a crush on, who was white, But you thought it could work, even though your parents were conservative and African.... Continue Reading →
To make an old fashioned cocktail,Preferably with rye, You take a small glass tumbler, Put a cube of sugar on the bottom, Pour bitters over the sugar, Then muddle. Put in an ice cube, Then pour the whiskey on top. Garnish with a rind of citrus. This is an old fashioned love poem. Old fashioned... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 