Holiday Spirit: Yours Will Be Missed, Nikki.

#1. Basement Level: One of my neighbors’ doors– decorated for the holidays.
#2. Fourth (technically Fifth) Floor: my neighbor, Ms. Lisa’s door.
#3. My door. How do you like my doormat?

81 years of your words
channeling ties to writers
before you–Baldwin, your
brother-in-verse can breathe
easier now.

heaven has its two wordplayers
in one space again, what will
it do?
we’ll miss your timeless
poetry, your swaying voice,
and your infectious smile.

holiday havoc meshes with
upcoming winter cheer, and
a world without you can
only hold on to your spirit.

you fade into black . . .
your final number,
an encore.


Rest in Power, Nikki Giovanni. Your words live on–and through them, so do you. Amen.

Running With the Clouds Part II

Miranda’s Reasons (Microfiction)

Her days were never about her. She worked twelve-hour shifts for a measly $6.25 per hour plus tips.

In Pensacola, Florida, the stress from her job is as hot as the weather. She hated her boss. She hated where she lived. And her boyfriend, Rick, finally confessed to cheating on her.

To make matters worse, her baby brother, Jake, was diagnosed with multiple myeloma two weeks ago.

Killing herself seemed appropriate . . . it seemed right. She’ll die so others can live.


Part I