Poetry As Your Guide To Intelligence

A Book Review

We Are Poetry. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Sometimes, a book takes you down so many “Memory Lanes” that you just have to sit with it longer than you would. Kym Gordon Moore’s We Are Poetry is one of those books. I can tell that the author loves poetry, and she also loves learning about poetry.

Here is my review, which is shared via Amazon & Goodreads:

“Informative And Creative

Kym Gordon Moore does a fantastic job sharing her thoughts and observations about poetry, its origin, the writers who are well-known for it, and how we can all grow from it, and learn to use poetry as a form of expressiveness and encouragement.

I love how she pinpoints society’s best known poets against lesser known phenomenal writers and how we should be aware of them as well.

She not only shares these facts, but she also gives readers a tutorial of sorts into the various forms of poetry and how to write them. If you’re a lover of this genre of writing, you are going to be in heaven as you thumb through the pages of this book.

She closes the book with her original poems that make up a good portion of the book’s ending. I have to admit, for me, this is the meat of “We Are Poetry”–the part that fills the reader up.

Every poem stirs up a different emotion, and they are all very well-written. Kym did an excellent job weaving in comedic verse and reflective poems, too.

If you’re interested in learning different forms of poetry, reminiscing along with an author, and experiencing several emotions, too, then I recommend “We Are Poetry” to you. Your heart and mind will thank you.”


Get your thinking caps on and grab your learning tools. It’s time to give poetry the respect it is due!

What Would You Say First In Your Autobiography?

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

My original due date, relayed to my teenage mother, was April 1st, however, I was two weeks late–while still in the womb, I knew I wouldn’t be anyone’s fool, and I was right.


I tell people all the time about how I was two weeks late coming into this world, but I’ve been on time ever since. And I make it my life’s work to NOT be anyone’s fool.

If I could dodge an April Fools’ due date, I can avoid being a habitual fool for anyone.

Undeniable

The Gift of Friendship

Undeniable by Tremaine L. Loadholt. Created with Canva.

had I known I’d spend
almost 30 years loving
someone as magical as
you, I would have begged
God to have us meet
sooner.

you give the word “joy”
a whole new meaning.
I think of you and smile
uncontrollably – you ignite
the happier moments
of my life. grateful is an
understatement.

you are blessed to gift
people your heart and you
do it effortlessly.
I’m so proud to witness
your growth and to say
confidently, “She’s one
of my closest friends, and
I love her.”

for as long as the Lord
sees fit to bond us,
I will sing to the mountaintops
of the beauty of our
friendship, and I hope
the angels hear me
far and wide.

I’m willing to lose my
voice over the gift of
you.


Karen, you are an amazing human being, and you have changed my life significantly. Thank you for being who you are. Happy Birthday! I hope and pray that you are blessed to see many more. I love you!

Home To Nowhere: Part VII

Microfiction: Kelsey’s sister, Miah (My-ah)

AI Generated Image of a little Black girl with green eyes and fiery red curls for hair. She is wearing a dark green top with a smirk on her face and is seated in front of a green background. Created with Canva.

Miah is a sister-cousin/cousin-sister, but she is clueless. She only knows her big sister Kelsey is the light of her little six-year-old world. She is temper-tantrum goodness and field trip busy. She finds Kelsey lying down on their living room couch, softly whispering to herself.

“Kels, you talkin’ to you?”

“Hey, Miah. Yes, kiddo. I’m talking to myself.”

“What you sayin’?”

“Everything’s gonna be all right.”

“Oh . . . Okay, then.”

Miah rushes toward the staircase–her fiery red hair sailing in the breeze. She is clueless, and that’s a good thing.


Part IPart IIPart IIIPart IVPart V, & Part VI

2025 Still Has Beauty To Behold

Visual Artists, Writers, Collectors, and Creatives, here’s a chance for you to become a part of something magnificently gargantuan.

I hope to see your work in Portraits, the upcoming digital magazine, launching in March.

Portraits on Tiffany is a blog full of artistic goodness, “funkdafied” music, and reminiscent reflections. I am happy a digital magazine is being produced by such a worthy artist. If you haven’t visited her website yet, I invite you to do so soon.

Home To Nowhere: Part VI

Microfiction: Nana Glo comforts Kelsey

AI Generated Image of an elderly Black woman wearing a white & light blue shirt with her silvery hair styled in soft curls. She has a contented yet thoughtful look as she leans across a white banister. There are soft pink flowers scattered behind her on bushes of green. Created with Canva.

Gloria Aduwala, known as “Nana Glo”, is sunshine and spiritual positivity. Kelsey finds her outside enjoying a spring breeze after a period of consolation with her father, Kazi.

Nana Glo greets her first grandchild with a light-hearted smile and a bear hug.

“What’s ailin’ ya, child?”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Nana Glo? I’m adopted . . . but I’m still family.”

“Child, what’s this I hear?! Why didn’t I tell ya?! That’s fuh ya parents to say. Not ya Nana. Ya still family–everything how it’s ‘sposed to be, child. Ya where ya should be. Ya loved right. Ya clothed, fed, and got a roof over ya head. Ya where ya should be, Kelsey Aduwala.”

Kelsey turns to hug Nana Glo–sinks her timid teenage face into her nana’s bosom–lets out a loud sigh.

“I’m where I should be.”


Part IPart IIPart IIIPart IV, & Part V