I am more than breath & bones. I am nectar in waiting.
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marriage, no, thank you.
I used to want
marriage–when I
dilly-dallied in my
20s and early 30s…
now, I’ve no yen to
lasso such a thing
close to me that
seems to depress
my loved ones.
Of all the married
couples I’ve ever
known, 30% of them
are happy. I don’t
care who you are,
that’s a frightening
statistic.
I envision myself
whole, free, loved,
and understood, and
I don’t have faith in
anyone else to make
me that way.
The journey must
begin and end with
me.
his lack of charm drew me in
I wasn’t lying when
I said, “he isn’t
debonair.” he isn’t.
he wasn’t. but there
was something of
an allure about him–
how his lack of
charm convinced me
to reveal my caged
self.
all the baggage. all
the misplaced anger.
all the need for
space.
he was a breeze that
passed through at
the perfect time and
collected me during
my most heated
moments.
we relied on passion
to sustain us, and
that was our downfall.
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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.
If you’ve been following this blog for a while (or my previous blog before it) or you’ve followed me on Medium, then you’ve likely read about my kid sister. Today is her 26th birthday, and it hit me like a Mack truck that my baby is no longer a baby. She’s closer to 30 now than she is to age 20, and I’m seriously in my feelings about it.
I’m wallowing in crocodile tears, mentally flipping through the memories of us as she was growing up, and reminiscing about her toddler years, and I am NOT okay. Lol!
She’s beautiful. She’s intelligent. She’s talented in so many ways. She has a love for musicality and can sing the socks off most people I know. To say that I’m proud of her is a major understatement.
Here’s a snippet from her birthday poem:
You are the blessing I
prayed for–my dream come
true. Every day, I am
wowed by the woman you
are becoming, and I bow
before your changes.
You restore all that is
good within me, and there’s
no price for that.
I’ll never be able to repay
you, but I’ll love you until
my last breath.
I wished for a sister for so long. It was one of the things that was HIGH on my list of wants as I was growing up. To have that dream come true and my wish granted when I was 19 years old was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Please join me in wishing the kid a Happy Birthday, folks! 26 years on this earth is a testimony nowadays, and I am over-the-moon that she has one!
sneaking back into the outside world
it’s been a long time
since I’ve been
around someone
who harrumphed
before sounding off
with their argument.
I miss that on this
cool and dreary
morning for some
reason. I know
rain is coming, the
sky tells me so.
but that didn’t stop
me from getting my
steps in.
there’s something to
be said about
connecting with the
outside world
instead of building
one in my head
again.
roc of clouds
like some sort of
roc, she towered
over the clouds
in my mind–taking
charge of
peaceful moments.
I’d grown attached
to her enigmatic
persona, but soon
realized it was
vampiric.
walking away had
not proven sufficient,
now… I run… and I
run fast.
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.
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.
This will probably be my favorite segment on my blog in a very long time! Welcome to Opening Lyrics to Songs That I Love!
100° and Rising is an album by the British acid jazz band Incognito, produced by band leader Jean-Paul “Bluey” Maunick and released in 1995 on Talkin’ Loud Records.[1] The album peaked at No. 11 on the UK Albums Chart and No. 2 on the UK R&B Albums Chart.[2] In the United States, it reached No. 2 on the Billboard Top Contemporary Jazz Albums chart and No. 29 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart.
Stephen Thomas Erlewine of AllMusic hailed the album saying “On 100 Degrees and Rising, the pioneering acid house outfit, Incognito, turn in another first-rate record, featuring their trademark mixture of jazz, soul, and funk. There’s not much to distinguish 100 Degrees from their previous handful of records, but the band is smooth, accomplished, and deep, finding new variations on their trademark sound.”
Spellbound and Speechless is No. 8 on the album, and it gripped my heart, wrung it free of its blood, and washed me clean when I first heard it. Joy Malcolm is the lead singer on this track. Her voice is luring, exceptionally fluid, and memorable. The opening lyrics pulled me in and gave me pause. They make me wish for a love-at-first-sight kind of love. Here is a live rendition of the song… Joy is killing it here, too!
This is a forever JAM for me, and I hope it becomes one for you, too.
For the next five Sundays, I’ll share with you my favorite opening lyrics to songs I truly love. Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Maybe you won’t. Perhaps you’ll share favorite opening lyrics to songs you love as well. Perhaps you won’t. Either way, we’re going to have a good damn time.
See you next week!
A Cornered Gurl 
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