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~ Risha’s Story~ “AND AIN’T I AN AMERICAN?”

“And ain’t I an American? Read a history book. My ancestors panned for gold and helped to build the Transcontinental Railroad — blasting dynamite through huge, granite mountains. Dying in droves here.” Continue reading

My Mommy’s Birthday Song

It seems almost ridiculous for me to buy a birthday card for you.  Two main; pertinent reasons why.   First, I’m a writer.  Second; and the most important, there is no card, or letter, or monument  created by anyone other than myself, that would say or express half of what I want and need to say…to you.

As long as I can remember, I have watched you.  I have admired you.  I have questioned you and some of the decisions that you made.  I have loved and even disliked you (at times).

But, the one resounding and consistent that YOU … Continue reading


He wants me..

……………………though he knows me not.

He wants me..

……………………..he thinks I’m beautiful  “Your my Living Doll..” he whispers at my earlobe…though he’s never really seen me.

He wants me..

……………………..he wants my legs wrapped around him, ankles crossed at his waist, holding, gripping, and lifting me…though he’ll never ever feel me.

He wants me..

………………..because he says he “thinks” he loves me.

But how? How could he want me?  How could he possibly love me..When I’m not the “Me” that he thinks I am.  In fact, I’m the (ME) that he refuses to see.

(ME): Flawed and … Continue reading


I sometimes wrestle with the sheets. Uncomfortably entangled in sheets. Wishing it was more than sheets that would engulf me. Such a pity that my lonely thighs shall remain single because my heart can’t be trusted.

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Spirit is in ME

Something so deep inside me, that burns and sizzles

That yearns and parts and spreads

that opens and allows spirit to run..

to swim

to fly

to laugh

to breed

to be born….in…. Me.

to be born in the deepest part of me. The inside of all that I am

born within my intestines,

born within my ovaries,

born within my veins,

born within my blood,

born within my cells,

within my cells, cells.

born within the birth…

a sting, a pound, a beat, a tearful pain, a shake, a playful giggle, a sneaky snare..

in me…

in me…

in … Continue reading


It’s fascinating how the mind keeps track of pain that the body and conscious swears that it doesn’t recollect. (Missing you PaPa) But, I’m getting better.

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I died today

I drowned. The water consumed me, covered my head, filled my nose, and flooded my mouth.
My ears popped. My lungs grew chest puffed and hardened. It hurt. Continue reading

Who me?

Sista, Mother, Lover, Me.

Who Me?

With a wiggle in my thigh and a giggle in my hip, I strutted on pass. With my pocketbook shoved under my armpit and my baby’s hand in mine. I strutted pass.

“Aye, Shorty”! “Hey, baby, come here”. (“here”- like Nelly say it).

Who Me? I know he ain’t talkin’ to me!

With a wiggle in my thigh and a giggle in my hip, I strutted on pass. With my pocketbook shoved under … Continue reading

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Write to Live, Live to Write
Writing..and Creating are my LIFE..but there's always more to do..and unfortunately lines haven't figured out how to write themselves, yet. So, many projects are left unfinished and stories untold...Here's some scribble:
Poker face..getting ready for a party.
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