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Hello All!  I haven’t posted anything in a while, been crazy busy!  I also haven’t posted any poetry in a long time but when inspiration hits a poet will pay $100 for a pen just to write out our thoughts or we’ll explode from the burden of our emotions.  But instead of just writing I decided to use my webcam for the first time and record what I was feeling.  Please click on the link below to view the piece.  I hope it touches your heart because it definitely came from the heart.  Be blessed friends, today and forever!

The Movement – spoken word

ChUC

The Reunion


This week’s Flash Fiction Tuesday is dedicated to my Granny and my brother in honor of their birthdays. I miss you both but I know you’re watching over me! ~Love, Kim
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Flossie Mae Williams (June 2, 1938 – December 29, 2006)
Kurt Lavon Farrar (June 5, 1975 – August 30, 2006)

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During summer vacations the entire Mosley family drove down South to visit Granny and PawPaw. The reunions were filled with lots of love and fun on Mineral Lake. We kids played outside until we turned two shades darker and Granny always gave her only granddaughter a new barrette from her neatly wound bun. The smell of PawPaw’s ribs cooking on the grill brought flies as far away as Rhode Island and Granny’s peach cobbler made bees spit out their nectar in envy.

“Letta, Letta!”

My cousin, Xavier, screamed my name when my parents and I arrived.

“Let’s go swimming”, Xavier whispered before I could grab my suitcase.

We both took off towards the lake. Mama yelled, “Letta wait, we need to talk!” but I couldn’t stop my stride. Xavier’s giraffe legs were outrunning me and I wanted to beat him at doing a perfect cannonball. Fully clothed in a Care Bears t-shirt and Jordache cutoffs I jumped into the cool water. I sank to the bottom with a smile on my face knowing that I had beat Xavier. I kicked my legs to swim to the surface but I couldn’t move. My shorts were caught on something. I fought the water until my lungs burned, my vision blurred and I could kick no longer.

“Take my hand, Letta.”

Granny’s gray hair flowed like an exotic mermaid. She pulled me to the sand and I wondered why she never wore it down before.

“I will always love you, Letta. Remember that.”

“I love you too, Granny.”

“Letta”, Mama screamed as I spewed water from my lungs.

“Granny saved me, Mama.”

“That’s impossible, Letta. We’re here for your Granny’s funeral. I didn’t know how to tell you.”

I cried into my hands for a whole minute before I noticed the barrette there.

Essence


I went there
The place where his essence still lives
It smells
Smells of nickel bags, the smoke from black and milds and basketball sneakers
It hangs from the ceilings and clings to old burgundy curtains
It blends with the mahogany of the chest of drawers
It’s present
In every stain, every scratch, every scent
It grabs hold of me
Forces me to stand still, to remember
The sound of the vacuum won’t drown out the voices
Wiping walls won’t scrub away the memories
No matter how many days go by
He’s there

Published as a part of

Poetry Potluck @ Jingle Poetry, Theme: Dreams, Visions & Reveries

Ode to My Dear Cousin


It’s impossible to know what tomorrow may bring
Yesterday is the only gift we are all guaranteed
Cousin, you have led a life filled with courage
You have done your best
So as you close your eyes on this side of life
Be at peace and be at rest

We may shout out to the hills
We may scream in pain
And most of us will surely cry
But dear cousin
Keep your eyes on the prize
Take hold of Jesus’s hand
Soon we’ll see you in that Promised Land

So go on now
Join those who have left here before
Rejoice with the aunts, uncles, parents, and friends
Waiting at Heaven’s door
Fly high like the birds then take your final bow
It’s your time dear cousin to watch over us now

God requests your presence in his heavenly kingdom
You’ll be paid for your service with everlasting freedom
The sweetest of sweet rewards
Until death none of us can afford
I miss you and I love you but I know your soul is at perfect harmony
Say hey to the family for me, be happy and be free

We All Lose


It didn’t take me long to realize that we all lose
And not the “mama, where’s my shoes?”,
Or the “Lebron’s gone y’all” type of lose
But the slobbering down the chin
Going half on a baby to feel rescued
Muddy Waters is wailing blues kind of lose.

Like thousands of Ghanaian children sold into slavery type of news – it’s wrong
A loved one’s body appears stiff and grows cold type of news – he gone
Not from being too old but from being too damn bold – for too long.

An unexpected phone call makes my arteries thick
The blood flows slowly to my brain – vessels constrict
Singing “Precious Lord” outside my range but scripture equipped
So I give the devil the middle finger and wonder whose ass I should kick
If I get to the hospital and don’t see a medical victory – quick.

Like hell’s gates the emergency doors were open wide
The rooms smelled Clorox-linen-clean-white and I cried
Because something just didn’t look right, it didn’t sound right, and it sure didn’t feel right
A lot of talking but the doctor’s weren’t saying anything finite.

The blankness of my stare implied,
“I don’t want to hear all that man, where’s my brother’s room?”
The info was Bittersweet, Fantasia-like, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo
Ma’am, I’m sorry, there was nothing that we could do
Upon arrival he was already dead
Too much stress to his chest and trauma to his head.

Like a trailer truck on “10s” the floor couldn’t hold my feet
The walls couldn’t contain my screams or distinguish between my Mama and me
My mind, drenched in nightmarish images, got no respite from my retreat
Or from the miles and miles and more miles of tear soaked concrete.

See, we are wired to lose
Sometimes it’s a little like a teaspoon
Other times, like a ton it’s a lot
Even though I miss my brother unexplainably
The loss made me treasure what I’ve still got.

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