I am waiting outside of DTB, restaurant and bar on Oak St. I am certain the man crossing the street with confidence and charisma is Lionel Milton, the fantastic artist I am here to meet with. I am correct! I greet him and we take a booth inside. Talking to Lionel, I learn he has […]
Though I only had the pleasure of meeting Taja’ Mitchem briefly over a cup of tea at Rue De La Course, it was certainly an honor and a privilege. This delightfully sweet, incredibly talented young woman is already someone whose work should be seen by all. She is soft-spoken, but her pictures speak volumes. Margaret: […]
*This is part 5 of a 5 part series. It was a Tuesday night. I had nothing to occupy my time with since there would be a twelve hour waiting period before I could even use a search engine. I looked out of my window into the surrounding midtown cityscape. I’d gotten this apartment specifically […]
The candle dimly glows. The shadows come and go, Passing across my face, As I struggle to leave this place. The flame begins to wither, As down my arms you slither, Somewhere between a snake and a snail, Your trails of slime leading me to fail. Â The candle flickers, And is finally snuffed, By […]
Do the romance thing whether autumn or spring whichever suits your aesthetic. Remember though, harsher conditions do follow and they may become unbearable. That is called selfishness and lack of trust. The jasmine won’t bloom for your desires, yet she will to evolve for her. Therefore, with or without you, A deserving romance with much […]
*This is part 4 of a 5 part series. Â Â I came back to my apartment with the same nervous feeling that had come over me when I’d arrived from Caroline’s earlier in the day. When I walked down the hallway to my door, I got the sudden impulse to not open it. I […]
*The Following Poem appears in a short book by Nolan Storey called “Chaotic Hope.” It can be purchased at Blue Cypress Books.   A Cat is a secret keeper, She’ll give none of yours away. A cat is a friend in sorrow, She’ll share your burdens any day. A cat is there when times […]
*This is part 3 of a 5 part series. Â I woke up with a gun on my lap and the sound of my ceiling fan rotating overhead. Morning light had begun to peak through the edges of my closed blinds. For no reason at all, I looked through the peep hole in my door, […]
 My mother said I didn’t cry as a baby, lately I don’t cry as a woman, where do my tears go?  Have I placed them somewhere in the care of another? Somewhere under someone’s covers?  Or their sheets? With smell of frankincense and amber on the parts where my nose would be […]
 Cold is important. I only truly feel alive when it’s cold outside. When it’s cold, I can bundle up. I can add layers to warm myself. I can commiserate with others and hold them close.  When it’s hot and humid, I can only push others away. I want to escape my skin. The […]
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