Previously Submitted

A few poems that didn’t make the cut

Photo by Imani Bahati on Unsplash

The Weird Games Children Play

The kids play Marco Polo
without a pool
Their little hands flail wildly
in the October sun
No one is IT
Everyone chases the sound
of voices unsure
of what they’re trying to find

The Delivery Guy Is Dyslexic

243 is 234 to a keen set of eyes
buried in the head of an
amazing human being yet
try as I might
I can’t be in two places
at one time

However, he doesn’t know this
My food sits in front
of a neighbor’s door waiting
for me to retrieve it
I send a message through the
app explaining the dilemma

The digital approval of
a refund chimes in
I really just want to eat
what I ordered
without the hassle
|but I’m also empathetic to
the plight of one’s struggle
I’ll order again tomorrow

The Dog Does Not Approve of the New Arrangement

I was feeling frisky the other night
so I decided to rearrange the
living room furniture
Afterward, I cleaned and
noticed the dog focused on this
new maze inside her home

She does not approve

I nod satisfied with what I’d
accomplished and my little
friend huffs in disgust
She sniffs the furniture for clues
of sameness — I explain
everything is still here

She tilts her head up to
look in my direction and I can’t
help but feel as though I’m
being graded on my performance

I did not pass her test

This Is Not Bravery

I don’t think it brave to
exist in skin the color
of spilled lies and wake up
to a face that never changes

I didn’t ask to bleed the same
blood yet I do
and authorities Other me before
I can utter a word

It is not bravery knowing I
can die for making a sharp
right turn without a signal
in a car registered in my name
with all the updated paperwork

One false move and I
could be hashtagged

The type of privilege that offers
safety is what I envision
for everyone but centuries of
racism begs to have its
face at the ball of life
No one’s dancing . . .
we’re all too afraid to move


All poems were written in October 2021.

Originally published in CRY Magazine via Medium.

Jernee Timid is a Walking Machine Now!

Jernee Timid during our morning walk on Friday, May 05, 2023.

I’ve been capturing Jernee on video these past five days during our morning walk. My baby girl has a bit more pep in her step!

I’m quite sure it’s probably because I’m cooking her food and paying closer attention to the treats I give her or make for her.

There’s this burst of energy that hasn’t been in her in at least 3 years now. She can walk longer distances and is even walking faster than me at times.

I am here for it! Happy Friday, beautiful people! Enjoy the video!

NaPoWriMo #24

curry

forgotten curry
settling in the back of
the cupboard slips its way
into my line of sight
and I prepare my chicken
with it.

Some mixed peppercorn,
a bit of garlic powder,
a dash of salt, and seasoned
flour.
a meal fit for a queen and
her party of fools
dances on my sensitive
tongue.

diced potatoes, steamed
broccoli, and filtered water
to wet my whistling lips.
I fall into the beauty
that is meal prep and
the dog stands guard at
the kitchen door, waiting
for dropped morsels.

there aren’t any.

NaPoWriMo #20

I Tricked You

Jernee hiding behind the pillow and sitting on another pillow. Apparently, she thought it was entertaining to have me search for her. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

asleep
in
the
guestroom
away
from
all
the
fuss

the little monster ignores
my worried calls

and
I
start
thinking
she
died
while
I
was
busy
tending
to
a
catty
patient

she seemed to take
great pleasure in
temporarily breaking my heart