When I first hear Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton, I felt like she was talking to me. My hips are big hips, they don't fit into little places and need room to move around. I was empowered that day and every time I've read it or heard it recited. In fact, the first … Continue reading 100 Words on my Curves
poems
The Day with Verbs
Up with the throbbing head again No wine to blame stumbled out the door into the world locking myself out meandered my way back in set to work putting things here and there walked the dog recycling to the bin errands ran dishes to the sink clothes to the hamper litter to the bin walked … Continue reading The Day with Verbs
A Good Man Died
A good man died today, or maybe it was yesterday. News of his passing just reached me today A good man died And in his honor I'm drinking some whiskey Some sweet Jack that he would have liked My heart weeps and my world quakes But its foundations still hold firm I may weep and … Continue reading A Good Man Died
You are
You are something Unique in the universe Something valuable There is truth in this Believe or not believe You are something more than you and blessed in the universe.
Writing Exercise – I am Poem #1
Every nine weeks, my students write a new I-Am poem to help build their writing portfolio and so they can see how they changed over the course of the year. It is interesting to read them because often times even though they know that their poems will be read by me they confess little truths … Continue reading Writing Exercise – I am Poem #1
Blinded
blinded by smoke scored by the heat nothing but the most bitter fruit left to eat nothing left but to fight to fight to die and maybe then be heard or be seen on CNN and misunderstood still better than do nothin' being the big man's punk and doing my time in the oligarch's machine … Continue reading Blinded
The end of the line, no more changes chances or extra turns no more thoughts of redemption last minute saves you used all the rope that you have been given used it up tying knots to keep yourself from falling but you keep slipping further and further behind you need to save face and do what … Continue reading
A New Day Another Page (April Page 19)
It seems like today is going to be a two page day since yesterday's page was published today by accident, sorry. A page a day and no excuses. Next month, I plan to continue this exercise until it becomes a habit and that habit become the next book. One thing I also need to do … Continue reading A New Day Another Page (April Page 19)
Contra
No power left to protest only tears to weep just trying to stick to the plan the dream the lie told to all children come to bittersweet fruition otherwise known as adulthood If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to this blog, follow her on Twitter or like her page on Facebook. Her new … Continue reading Contra
Write Something
I can, I can, I will start writing tonight. The hour is late and my mind is foggy, but I will, I will write something tonight profound and interesting it may even be Before my head hits the desk and my fingers forget their marks I will, I will write something tonight.
Lucinda Rose 