Category: Pain

we were made to move

trE

an experimental audio poem

Contemplative Tre. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
we were made to move by Tremaine L. Loadholt

I feel her
crying soul
letting go — we’re
breaking free from
the chains we
formed around us.

breathing is like fighting
under water — struggling to
pull against every push.
I tell her “I am here” when
her mind strangles her.
I am ready to save
her from the darkness.

my friend says to me,
“I could never say no to
something like this… the way
you poured your heart out, Tre.
the way you wear your heart
on your sleeve.
if I were her, it’d be a “Yes.”

and I don’t think
people get the crux of us — the
history. we have been
sacred for years; subordinate
to manager, there were just
some roads we couldn’t
cross, and now that we have
this cross to bear, it’s
more jigsawed than ever before.

still…
I feel her
crying soul
letting go — we’re
breaking free from
the chains we
formed around us.
we were made to
move.

Author’s Note: This piece began as a bit of micropoetry I shared as a note on my Substack. I wanted to play around with it and see what else I could produce. The photo above of me helped with this process. The thoughts bouncing about in my mind needed formulating — they needed a home. I think I have found one for them.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Peace and Blessings!

pain & denial

trE

NaPoWriMo #19 A One-Line Poem

it hit me today–I always knew I had
no chance in hell, but I tried to remain
confident in my shambled self–maybe
I am meant to make others feel good,
while remnants of pain catapult me closer to denial.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Something To Think About #8

trE

“To My Fellow Canadians,” you see the hell we’re going through – you don’t want to be here. It’s H O T!

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I will share “Something To Think About” for the next eight weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Peace and Blessings!

wonder ready

trE

NaPoWriMo #13

I’m full of wonder, ready
for the impending inevitable.
daily, I remind myself,
“Be patient. Beauty is
just around the corner.”
I hope my sanity
will remain intact
until then.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a space for healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Peace and blessings!

insurmountable dread

trE

NaPoWriMo #1

waking up to another day
the body wants to remain
plastered to a pillow top – the
mind longs to power down.

speaking to the beast
gives me hives, and I’d
rather stay at home where
dreams don’t come alive
with the intent to strangle
me.

every new day is an opportunity
for the beast to build another
house of lies.
I have grown tired of
shapeshifting and code-switching,
shadowboxing my way to peace.

spinning

trE

spinning from hatred
reports filed for one’s own good
human resources
a department that brings calm
or can disrupt peacefulness

It’s World Poetry Day! I hope you can find the time to birth a new poem from your beautiful mind. 

This tanka was written to briefly describe the fact that I recently filed a report to HR for the racial tension and discrimination my co-workers and I have experienced regarding our new supervisor over the last few days at work.

I have NEVER had to involve Human Resources at any job I ever had. But, unfortunately, there’s a first time for everything. Happy Friday!

Peace and blessings.