This week's review has been postponed because my mind and heart were captured by A review will be posted as soon as I have been released...
Tag: depression
Wool Over Our Eyes!!
The United States of America is in a crisis, not the financial one facing the economy; it is a crisis of conscious. A crisis that I believe has been created by the media and the politicians to distract us from their lack of leadership. I also believe that it occurs on both sides of the …
Shoes
Piles of soles some with laces other just slipped off pushed off to the side cast away waiting for their vessels who shuffled away long ago Piles of souls left wondering why
Poetry & Process
I am not sure how other poets write or what compels to write poetry versus prose. What I do know is that virtual all everything I write begins with a line or a partial line. Sometimes images accompany the words. My latest poem - We are ... began in such a way. A good …
We are…..
We are all too old for bullshit No matter what the calendar reads We are all to old for excuses No matter what the secrets be We are all too old For holidng back When desire calls for fear of losing that which is already gone
An Update On Tank
Sweet little Tank is resting with his Momma. Or at least I hope he is.. He was taken back a week ago. Apparently, the daughter that was in Chicago returned home with a fashionable anklet to reclaim her puppy. The family couldn't afford to keep Tank because another member was about to be heading off …
The Busty Blues
I know there are women who are jealous of my chest and openly wish they had my cleavage. Men stare at it and other folks just wish I would cover up. I have considered having a breast reduction for the better part of a decade. The attention they get is not always faltering or welcome. …
Tears
Flowing freely no interruptions just pure emotion running down....
Papa and Momma
Papa broke Momma’s heart, Broke it real good, Smashed her innocence into A million trillion pieces But she did not die No, Momma did not die Momma, she took those pieces, Each and every one and set them High Up on a shelf. Time she said, Time will mend it. But I don’t think it …
Grown
the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, …
Lucinda Rose 