Don’t Dwell In The Past


You once said if I planted the seeds

The plants will grow.


come summer

Come summer
You’ll take off your jeweled bees
which sting me

I’ll strip my stinking

Hand in hand
We’ll run outside
Look straight at
the sun
A second time
And get tan

-A poem by Elise Cowen, American poet. Cowen died on February 27 1962.

new dust

Our own shadows disappear as the feet of thousands
by the tens of thousands pound the fallow land
into new dust

that rising like a marvelous pollen will be

even as the first woman whispering
imagination to the trees around her made
for righteous fruit

from such deliberate defense of life
as no other still
will claim inferior to any other safety
in the world

-Extracted from from Passion (1980), The Collected Poems of June Jordan.


i squeeze both my eyes,

the tears come sprinting out

we are not together, but i vow to love you forever, even from a distance

as strange as it sounds.


belinda’s ways

my husband is taking a second wife, even writing it down like this seems strange, uncalled for, a shock and a spit at my face. but what a small woman like me can do, my husband is the head of his clan, a chief in his right, a lion of the jungle. i am told his forefathers and their fathers gave birth to this tradition and he is following suit.

i have in the past been in relationships were the man cheats and lies and turns around and plays the victim. never have i ever been in one where the other woman would be a friend, an acquaintance, a woman i share the bathroom and the bedroom with.

i am distraught with fear of the unknown, my husband laughs it off and says i am just making a big deal out of nothing and that i will always be his number one,. but can i truly believe that nonsense, really.