Walking After Midnight


In spite of my post last week I later found myself doing some late night writing for this class that I’m taking which coincidentally is a writing class. Yeah, I forgot to mention that. I think that taking this class is adding to my reluctance to write. In an attempt to kick the butt off of writer’s block I finally decided to listen to one of my playlists as I tried to write.

Well, one of the songs on this particular playlist is Patsy Cline’s “Walking After Midnight.” And I immediately smiled a huge smile as I sang the first verse and  chorus. Sounds strange, huh? But here’s the thing. Patsy is one of my all time favorite artists hands down! In all seriousness! I had the double disc of her greatest hits.My love for her stems in part because my mom made me watch her biopic Sweet Dreams and also because my grandfather was a lover of all kinds of music so I knew Patsy Cline’s music before I knew that there were genres.

“Walking After Midnight” is dear to my heart though because I used to randomly sing it to my mom all the time. Like all the time! And she would always laugh because it was so random. I started doing it when the song but the old AT&T commercial featuring the song and it would always make her smile. So when I heard this song after smiling; my creativity immediately went into high gear.


When I Love Being A Woman


I’ve been working on this piece for a bit and finally decided that it was finished just in time for Women’s Equality Day! Hope you enjoy!
When I love being a woman
The words of Lucille Clifton
Are my mantra
Maya Angelou’s Phenomenal Woman
Is my motto
And Nikki Giovanni wrote my self esteem
Those times
It is a wonderful thing
I marvel at my flexibility
My will
My confidence

When I love being a woman
I am all high heels
And glamour
Smoky eyed and full lipped
Even without makeup
I am the spirit of Josephine Baker
Lauren Bacall and Dorothy Dandridge
Even in yoga pants
I am Carmen Jones confident without a red skirt

When I love being a woman
There is no way that I can
Be robbed of the joy, pride
And flawless strength of


FRIEND, – Jean Valentine

courtesy of etsy.com
courtesy of etsy.com 

Today, I wanted to post about friendship and the complex beauty of it. Yesterday I received a surprise care package that made my day and reminded of why I keep certain people around (inside joke). So as I found myself missing my poetic partner and remembering to love the friends that I have left I stumbled upon this Jean Valentine piece that was written for poet Adrienne Rich. I consider myself extremely blessed in that my first best friend was my mom; she always stressed the importance of valuing my true friends and this poem was another reminder.

I hope that you enjoy it. To friendship!

You came in a dream, yesterday
—The first day we met
you showed me your dark workroom
off the kitchen, your books, your notebooks.

Reading our last, knowing-last letters
—the years of our friendship
reading our poems to each other,
I would start breathing again.

Yesterday, in the afternoon,
more than a year since you died,
some words came into the air.
I looked away a second,
and they were gone,
six lines, just passing through.

                                          for Adrienne Rich

Back on the Block


Unfortunately, I have been struggling with writing lately in a way that I haven’t experienced before. I am not focused on creating and that is odd for me. My mind is going in three to four different directions because I want to create a venue for poetry, music and spoken word. I blame one of my favorite authors for creating the most amazing coffee shop in her books because now I’m obsessed with the vibe of the place during their night hours.

Fortunately, I will have a lot of free time to dedicate to my writing and other creative ventures which I wasn’t able to do much of this summer.  I am hoping that I can dig into my craft books and find a way to focus on creating new poetry and dedicating some time to my fiction before November. I have dealt with being unfocused in my writing before and it sometimes affects my ability to read. Not my ability to read but my commitment to the stories that I read. I am currently struggling to finish a Laura Childs’ book but it’s hard. I am hoping to read myself out of my current funk.  I am not waiting around for writing inspiration though; I’m going to try to devote some time to rereading The 3 A.M. Epiphany and The 4 A.M. Breakthrough by Brian Kitely and doing some of those prompts along with freewriting based on some of my works in progress.

How do you guys deal with writer’s block? Does your writer’s block ever alter your ability to focus on reading?


My poetry- Part II

This is the second part to a piece that I published a while ago. I eventually hope to combine the pieces but this is a very rough draft. I have more that I can add and will do so once I polish this section.

Poetry Will Be Made By All
Poetry Will Be Made By All

My poetry is
Memory evoking
Life affirming
It is grounded
In reality
My poetry is
Full of grace
It is a gift
It carries
The sound
Of Sarah Hill McLeod’s voice
The fury of broken hearts
And uncried tears
My poetry is
more than words
on paper it is
a bad bodied chick in
full makeup and heels
My poetry is
The Mahogany spin
It is Billy Dee Williams suave
Cool as the other side
Of several pillows
It is as full of sweetness
As a dessert buffet