No one was there to hold his hand or wipe his brow or sing songs to him. I have a thing about people dying alone,…
Author: Precious Harris
Balance
He spoke truth And often withheld The opportunity To add sugar I thought of him As insensitive But He was a much needed Companion To…
Telephone
We indulged ourselves in our common conversation his unspoken words yelling at me through hollow lines of distance It would be a long time until…
70’s Muse
She always had an audience For her stories Tales of old men watermelon and sex She had them captivated Giggling Her stories were sweetly naughty…
the talk
you got ya period means you can have babies but you bet’ not have sex cause if i find out you had sex i’ll beat…
run girl run
door flung open cold wind blowing trench coat flying just off work foot steps intentional kitchen drawer open large blade chosen young eyes watching question…
Once I was six years old
It was the year she sat at the table for hours For breakfast and dinner Because she hated scrambled eggs and Mexican corn It was…
The Slight
Maybelle had met the perfect man after Leon left. She was determined to keep him and was not going to surrender him to the likes…
Little by Little
I reviewed my journal and noticed a prevailing theme: the intention of writing. I’ve written so many poems and reflections about writing. I’ve lamented leaving…
The Write Spirit
The spirit of “write” has taken over It pushes my pen for minutes hours and days Until it accomplishes the goal of meaning An inky…