For This Moment

The sun illuminates the brush ever so perfectly. The air is quietly filled with birds songs, wind powered streams and canine conversations. If you listen close enough you can hear the bass line of summer on a nearby basketball court. It’s peaceful. For this moment, the dry brown spots are a luscious green and bare [...]

By | May 30th, 2017|

Poem of the Month – March 2016

Defying Gravity Plant your feet in the soil of faith So that when your world turns upside down,  you can look up to the ground  and walk on air  Defying gravity  as you dangle there.  And in this topsy tervy nirvana  only unnecessary is lost. -Miss Kiane (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved  

By | March 5th, 2016|

Poem of the Month – January 2016

Grass Don’t Grow in the Ghetto Glass glistens where grass is supposed to grow. Gruesome grooves pierce the ground jutting upward Like black fists punching stale air.   Sharp petaled flowers memorialize Dreams, wishes and whispers of hope   And for the life of me I can’t figure out why grass don’t grow in the [...]

By | December 31st, 2015|

Poem of the Month – For This Moment

For This Moment   The sun illuminates the brush ever so perfectly. The air is quietly filled with birds songs, wind powered streams and canine conversations. If you listen close enough you can hear the bass line of summer on a nearby basketball court.   It’s peaceful. For this moment, the dry brown spots are [...]

By | October 28th, 2015|

Poem of the Month – June 2015 “Syncopated Hearts”

Syncopated Hearts the cadence of my heart spills out into the street skipping, leaping and dancing revealing the secrets of my fearful soul while dreaming out loud in rhythmic rainbows of happiness my beat is unique. my beat different. and my beat feels isolating. yet forced to yield to the syncopation of the heart beating [...]

By | June 21st, 2015|

Poem of the Month – May 2015 “I Miss My Mom”

I Miss My Mom  I miss my mom. She had good days and bad seasons. On a good day, she’d play with me. Metaphorically ducking her head into my house of imagination. Sometimes we’d play Kingdom where I was the Queen and she my lowly servant. I’d make absurd demands and when she’d fall short, [...]

By | May 11th, 2015|

That Table

Boston Market catered my Turkey day this year.  Though grateful for the $22.41 needed to purchase this tasty meal, I was saddened that it was not prepared by her hands, served from her dishes….consumed at her table. In fact, that table is gone…loaded on a truck with careless quickness. That table used to hold meals [...]

By | April 7th, 2015|