the current administration will gainsay any and every question asked of them and their position on a certain batch of files.
if you’ve gotta do that much lying and pussyfooting around the topic, how safe are your words?
how safe are you?
giver
when you’re a giver, it doesn’t hit you how much people take away from you until you feel like emotionally… you have nothing left to give.
and then, you have to remember to burnish your soul in order to restore YOU.
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AI-Generated Image. A Black married couple who just got married. They are both smiling into the camera. A glimpse of sunlight shines in the background, highlighting their faces.
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.
AI-Generated Image: A Biracial man standing with a look of confidence on his face, as he leans against a red truck.
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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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.
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The most important items at that moment. Intersections by Jack Herlocker is my favorite, though.
There’s nothing quite like reading a book that makes you laugh, reflect, wonder about what it’s like to find the VERY person with whom you connect on a level no one else gets, and sink into poetic goodness, too! Intersections: Stories, Chats, Truths, and Verses, by Jack Herlocker, has all of this and more! Jack and I met on Medium (maybe 9 or 10 years ago?), where we dove right into each other’s work.
He’s always been such a cool cat who doted on his wife, shared stories about his life in the military, being married and then divorced, and married again, and also about his career in IT and as a technical writer, etc.
When I found out he had published a book by familiarizing myself with his Substack bio, I jumped at the opportunity to get it, and I was not disappointed. I knew I wouldn’t be. There’s something in this book for everyone.
I had not been surprised when I beamed with elation and excitement upon the first few pages of Jack’s book. It’s classic Jack with a bit of humor, sadness, truth, and peace sprinkled throughout each page.
You’ll laugh out loud (I did so many times) from the section, “Chats with Deb”, be inspired by his short fiction, moved by his poetry, and locked in while reading the creative non-fiction. Jack is, as God would have it, a Jack of All Trades.
He doesn’t skimp on creativity, metaphorical blends, easy-to-digest scenarios, and entertainment. Reading this book made me remember how much I loved interacting with his work on Medium, and now, I get to do so again on Substack.
If you’re looking for a fun-filled quick read that will put you in a good mood, “Intersections” is truly the book you’ll want to get. It did not disappoint, and I knew it would not.”
For light-hearted reading with a splash of humor and reflection, this is the book for you. I know one day soon, I will pick it up again, and I’m certain I’ll find something new upon the next reading of it. It’s the kind of book one would never tire of reading, especially during these God-forsaken times in which we currently live.
I definitely DID NOT expect this, but I am honored and humbled by the fact that my submission of lady in purple (at 05:10 AM) is the winning poem for June. Many thanks to Melissa Lemay and the judge, Lesley Scoble as well. I am including the audio for the poem in this post, and I will also share a snippet of the poem with you here.
If you’d like to see the poem in all its glory and structure, please visit Collaborature, which is where it is hosted. I appreciate your time, mind, and eyes, and I hope Tuesday is more than kind to each of you.
All hail Ms. Sassy.Twins.Finished dishes.I just liked the way this looked. I’ll call it, “Mr. Teeth.”Swan love.
attempted to hawk my wares at one of the antique spots not too far from me.
a father & son duo–two local fellas pimpin’ old money into new money. I ain’t mad at them.
I walked around the hole-in-the-wall, snapped photos of my favorites, and chit-chatted
with the son who doted on one particular piece, but was saddened to let me go without an offer.
the first person I thought about who’d love to wear holes in this place’s carpeted floors was Mama.
I can’t wait to introduce her to our very own Antiques Roadshow and watch her lose her mind, fretting about ancient artifacts and dope pieces neither of us can afford.
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