Here It Is-Alice Walker

Alice Walker is such a prolific novelist and essayist, much like Toni Morrison, that I often forget that she writes poetry. As I’ve said before, in my opinion, Walker is the ultimate multi-hyphenate and I love and admire that. Someone shared this piece with me yesterday and I immediately knew that I wanted to post it here. I think that the beauty of someone who loves words and is talented in their use is that they are able to paint such beautiful, evocative pictures that it translates no matter what they write.  Please enjoy the poem and the awesome pic that accompanies it which features Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, June Jordan and the late Rosalind Cash.



Here it is
the beauty that scares you
-so you believe-
to death.
For he is certainly gorgeous
and he is certainly where whiteness
to your disbelief
has not wandered off
to die.
No. It is there, tawny skin, gray eyes,
a Malcolm-esque jaw. His loyal parents
may Goddess bless them
sitting proud and happy and no doubt
at what they have done.
For he is black too. And obviously
with a soul
made of everything.
Try to think bigger than you ever have
or had courage enough to do:
that blackness is not where whiteness
wanders off to die: but that it is
like the dark matter
between stars and galaxies in
the Universe
that ultimately
holds it all




When Planning Fails



Every year, my blogging plans are really basic. They are to blog every week each month. This year, I wanted to do that and to provide some new posts that would be interesting and give you an update on what’s been going on in my world. Well, as the above quote implies…

I don’t really have any logical explanation for not blogging. Although I have been planning several different things in addition to teaching a full load at this point, I still have time to post. In December, I even created a list of my first six blog posts for this month. What I have failed to do is plan beyond that. I only had that list. I usually plan out my posts, try to start typing them up and to get them edited before they’re posted. I have failed to do that and I will be working on getting back on track with my batch blogging this week.

I typically post at least three to four times a month and I realized last night that I have only posted once this month. That’s a terrible precedent to set for the first month of the new year and I plan to do better. In order to make up for those missed posts, I will be posting at least three times over the next week or so.

I hope that you are all doing significantly better on your goals that I am.

Snowed In…



Yesterday a snowstorm hit part of the East Coast and surprise of all surprises, my part of North Carolina got quite a bit. As someone who grew up in snow, I am excited about it but also staying in the house. The semester doesn’t begin for me until Monday so I’ve been relaxing. I spent the day watching the Kingsman movies and sleeping off what I hope are the last bits of a nasty cold. Tonight, I plan to finish reading Michael Connelly’s The Late Show and watching the newest episode of Chicago Fire.

I also hope to get some writing done tomorrow on one of the new pieces that I hope to finish this year. Hopefully, I will be sharing new fiction next week.

New Year, Same Crap

Hi everyone! Happy New Year! I hope that you enjoyed your holidays and got the chance to overeat and relax. I took the time to be lazy and to work on a long overdue purge of clothes, old work from my past grad programs and from past semesters. 

I also started working on my winter reading list which I can already tell is going to go deep into spring because I keep adding new books. In fact, I just added Gabrielle Union’s We’re Going to Need More Wine and Ashley Farley’s Sweet Tea Tuesdays to my Kindle today. In addition to the two Michael Connelly books that I checked out of the library. 

Since we are firmly in 2018, I wanted to take a quick moment to share a few of my goals for the year.

  • I am gearing up for the new year with a commitment to building a brand for this blog and expanding it. That’s one of my major goals for 2018. I’ll be posting about that later this month.
  •  I also hope to recruit some guest bloggers or to feature more original poems from new poets. Another one of my goals for the year is to read more poetry. 
  • In that vein, I ordered a new book at the end of the year Black Girl Magic by Mahogany L. Browne and I am eagerly awaiting its arrival. 
  • Lastly, as you can see from the attached picture I am also working on some new story ideas. So one of my immediate goals is to spend more time at my desk working on these ideas.

Please let me know if you’ve set any specific goals for the new year and how you’re planning to tackle them.

Winter Reading List

Newsflash: I love to read! I know that many people do seasonal reading list. I just read what comes out or whatever piques my interest when I’m at the library. However, I have decided that I want to develop a reading list for the winter. Below are the 18 books that I’ve selected, I am hopeful that I will be able to get through many of them while I am on break between semesters. I have read Otherwise as Sheila the Great and The Autobiography of Malcolm X before and look forward to doing so again. Biko is a story that I am looking forward to reading. I am looking forward to dedicating some time to relaxing, reading as I light the wick on my new bookish candles from Frostbeard Studio.


Please share what you’re reading and if you have any recommendations!





Attica Locke -Bluebird, Bluebird

Danielle Girard- Dead Center

Harlen Coben -Don’t Let Go

Donald Woods- Biko

Alexander McCall Smith -The House of Unexpected Sisters

Children of the Night: The Best Short Stories by Black Writers 1967 to Present

Malcolm X and Alex Haley-The Autobiography of Malcolm X**

Tsitsi Dangarembga- Nervous Conditions

Roxane Gay-An Untamed State

Audre Lorde-A Burst of Light and Other Essays

Joy Jordan-Lake- A Tangled Mercy

Simeon Wright-Simeon’s Story An Eyewitness Account of the Kidnapping of Emmett Till

Rainbow Rowell -Attachments

Walter Benton- This is My Beloved

Eve L. Ewing – Electric Arches

Judy Blume- Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great *

Ayobami Adebayo-Stay With Me

Colson Whitehead -The Underground Railroad

Kali Nicole Gross-Hannah Mary Tabbs and the Disembodied Torso: A Tale of Race, Sex, and Violence in America

Andres Resendez-The Other Slavery: The Uncovered Story of Indian Enslavement in America


a note on the body- Danez Smith

Hi! I am quite a few blog posts behind in my anticipated schedule for this month. I think I may have missed at least one post last week and one earlier this week. In the rush of finishing up the semester, ordering Christmas gifts, grading, and celebrating both my grandmother’s birthday and mine I have fallen behind here. I do not like when that happens.

I have several goals now that the semester has ended for one school and I am only teaching one class over the winter break. I will be sharing those next week when I plan to get back on track with posting. In the meantime, please enjoy this poem by Danez Smith.




your body still your body
your arms still wing
your mouth still a gun
          you tragic, misfiring bird
you have all you need to be a hero
don’t save the world, save yourself
you worship too much & you worship too much
when prayer doesn’t work:      dance, fly, fire
this is your hardest scene
when you think the whole sad thing might end
but you live      oh, you live
everyday you wake you raise the dead
          everything you do is a miracle

White Trees- Nathalie Handal

Sometimes, poems tell a story that we weren’t expecting. It forces us to make connections and for me it’s a reminder that we can see the beauty in the most unexpected places. Please enjoy this poem by Nathalie Handal. I hope that it gives you a bit of unexpected joy too on the first day of December.




When the white trees are no longer in sight

they are telling us something,

like the body that undresses

when someone is around,

like the woman who wants

to read what her nude curves

are trying to say,

of what it was to be together,

lips on lips

but it’s over now, the town

we once loved in, the maps

we once drew, the echoes that

once passed through us

as if they needed something we had.