Eartha Kitt

I came Jordon Down Gym in South Central, L.A.every Saturdy morning to be with Eartha KittShe was small just like meShe had high cheekbones just like me.The power in her voiceThe fire in her eyesHer laugh soared over six conga playersand filled the whole gym.I wanna be just like you, Miss Kitt.Oh, Jean it’s you,Continue reading “Eartha Kitt”

Reflections

I am the mirror by the front door Framed in wood and colorful tiles oval shaped like a long face She glances at me but less these days I remind her to stand up straight and keep that inner smile Lately, I notice her shoulder drooping Somethings going on. I am the hallway mirror lightContinue reading “Reflections”

Bodhi

                                   Tears on the floorthe morning sun riseswithout you…in every breath, I feel youwhy does love hurt so bad? Dawn, when the curtain of the sky lifts, pink bowing  into blue   the time for day to debut that was when little Bodhi would follow me into the living room to sit on myContinue reading “Bodhi”

When the House Tilts

A Freeverse Poem I married four times— not counting the two men I lived with like commercial breaks between divorces. Am I ashamed? Well, it’s not something I’d put on my résumé— poet, dancer, runaway bride… but hey, I survived, and this last one is thirty-six years strong. But when things go crooked, when theContinue reading “When the House Tilts”