first book is well on it’s way.

i am in the editing stage of my book process right now.

i ordered my proof and it is here! there are a few changes that need to be made but overall i am amazed and humbled by my words and my drive. this book is for me. i say that with pride and humility because this has been a journey for me, ever since i wrote my first journal entry. of course i want my poetry to resonate and linger in the minds of people, all kinds… black – white – young – poor – wise – curious – brave – meek – privilegedĀ – gay – and on and on. but the sole purpose of this book was to accomplish my dream. to create and publish my first book, by any means necessary. if you have been a follower of this blog then you know that my poetry is not a happy-go-lucky or joyful writing but a darkish-night kind’a work. i put my shadows into my poetry and out comes light.

i am satisfied at the thought of creativity.
i am satisfied at the thought of words – full and unbound.



adult hood has called upon me like wind howling in my ear. eight to five’s are okay but my energy is stifled at the end of the day.

creativity feeds my flesh and keeps my heart pumping. my sanity is seeping through slowly.

i am aware and awake of different patterns, routes, paths of my happiness -

and they all shrivel up to confetti-filled dreams. i am unable to live life like a zombie. i am unable to survive via direct deposit every thursday morning. i am unable to smile and sit silently. i am unable to live this life.

i must find my own way.