There is a nuanced delight in the way that subtle words can quietly move our emotions to better levels of understanding and acceptance.   Enjoy Lang’s poem.   Tsunamis Imani “Clio” Lang I couldn't stop the gush, the noise in my belly Like water stones, Like a wave in every one of my body regions, The anxiety strikes like a door closing a tomb, Its hellish and breathtaking A waste of energy yet I am in love with it, Give me more problems, more uncertainties and I'll be sure to worry you more O dear Heart Even though I know that without God everything would be worse But the hydrocephalus has made me mindful, So mindful that I become dizzy with fear, Aghast in worry, Covered in the girth of discernment over people's ultimatums I don't trust this world and its spineless essence Everyone is out to get their own, To drown the will that's planned for me. And throw me in the tide But today Jesus is here. The wave doesn...

Remembrance and joy. Legacy and Consciousness Transitions… History and ancestral beginnings Enjoy the poetic nuances of Phylise Smith.   Her words move in a lyrical dance of words. Feel her flow. Halloween Halloween night, in a persona I’ve never become I bewitched and twitched wearing a black and orange striped elevated hat spider web marked cape, charcoal knee high black boots. And carrying a tiny broom made of dead leaves. When I was a child  Pulsating black lights glimpsed through house doors smiling wide. Streaming organ music fake howls, yells, signaled candy would flood my wrinkled paper sack. Puff it into a brown balloon piñata  of chocolates, marshmallows, caramels, suckers amid occasional cigarettes thrown in by adult pranksters. Long ago, candy was my Halloween. Whether my costume was a princess, comic book figure, pirate, ghost, fairy, witch- it didn’t matter In play, these roles were ribbons in my hair. ...