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Smell The Coffee

Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!

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Love Is a Game

I’ve likened the 'game' of Love to a game of Monopoly. I used to play it for hours with my brothers -in my younger years. Phrases like "GO TO JAIL: Go directly to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not... Continue Reading →

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Thin Ice

There's something to be said for sustained hardship, persecution, maltreatment -call it what you will. It either makes you or breaks you. There doesn't appear to be a straight-forward formula between hardship and the human resolve. Some crack under pressure,... Continue Reading →

The New-Born

I consider myself a student of poetry and love to play around with as many forms as possible. However, every so often, a poem just flows from my pen...and I leave it there- sans punctuation - as I would while... Continue Reading →

Reading Fiction

Of all forms of communication, I sense that the non-verbal kind is the most telling. Whether it be body language or reading the signs of a person’s character or reputation, the clues are often difficult to ignore. I decided to... Continue Reading →

Utopian Wishes

Utopia... I think this only exists in those short flashes in life- only captured in moments.  That’s  why we ought to treasure precious moments because there’s always a challenge around the corner. Here’s my take on utopia..... There must be... Continue Reading →

THAT Moment

There was a day, an hour and a moment when my muse was unlocked and I began to write. I remember the euphoria...indeed, I relive it each time I re-arrange words in my mind...(the exception being when filling in forms....yuck!).... Continue Reading →

S’all Good!

When I looked at this picture I was fascinated by the gentleman's stoicism, despite being uncoupled from his body! Then it struck me...John the Baptist had this problem. He'd sent word out to his cousin (Jesus) to spring him from... Continue Reading →

Purpose and Sacrifice

It was never by their damaged petals nor was it ever from their fallen wings or even the stripes on their backs oh no!..but it was from their hearts we could see .... from the hearts of our heroes and... Continue Reading →

The Rose That Grew from Concrete

https://youtu.be/NbpGyzFpAp8 I'd always pooh-poohed rap I didn't understand...until I came across this poem by the late Tupac Shakur. I found it to be- not only inspiring but it resonated deeply. RIP Tupac! When no one even cared The rose it... Continue Reading →

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