Tell me there is no God
I will tell you there are no sunrises

I Smiled the Day Until Dark

I read that Nikki Giovanni died on Monday

to have such sadness and love
for a stranger who despite not being my friend
was a friend

I never met her
but she met me
personally, with loud voice and vivid color

on days that I read her sermons
I smiled the day until dark.

Grandma Milly’s pumpkin chiffon pie and slow-cooked mesquite smoked Texas brisket.

It’s hard being handsome, smart and a culinary genius. Bear with me, people. lol

I feel compelled to share that I bought bolt-shaped milk chocolate bites for my flight crew today at the Denver Civic Center Christmas market.

There, I’ve shared something that wasn’t poetry. Awkward

The fresher moss glows greenest on cloudy days
and to hunt for it means breaking apart the Carolina blue

focusing on memory’s north side
close to where the wraparound porch
steps down toward the walkway

the sidewalks are more narrow today
yes, the newly fallen rain suits this moss well