Someday…

Someday I will run away leaving small things behind until they become smaller than dust underneath moonlight. Some night I will walk this Earth meandering until I find paths my toes will tiptoe until they bleed from the satisfaction of finding my home. For now, I smirk at plans no one else sees and no […]

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Two Lovers

I have two lovers vying for attention I cannot strike at the same time they push and pull until I give yet I enjoy eternal kickbacks they deliver when they hold me close screaming for more of their sublime deliverance. 2018 Latanya Ivey (CraftyScribbles)©

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Back to School

6:00 a.m. Alarm blares back to work life begins the classroom kind teens flutter to their desks asking questions with answers written in unread syllabi cold coffee awaits a chug to the next five minutes between my next class and restroom relief lunch cold no salad just tuna quick room refresh no scent is it […]

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Mr. Africa

I spy with my third little eye a grifter, drifter peddling wares long expired and offered to the lowest common bidder blind to hustles of false consciousness and well-being.   You say you dig soba but that diet of catfish talks before you utter one word. Good thing I did not sign the deal before […]

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Demagogue

Demagogue Crystalline lives running a slippery slope towards mythical fantasy casting dubious truths to those seeking a  chameleon to save them.   Photo Credit: Get Drawings Poetry Prompt: writingforward.com  

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Doctor’s Orders

Hello, Everyone! Every Tuesday I will post something related to my #WIP, which I’ve named Porcelain. What’s posted could be a poem, song, mood board, tidbit, a line of dialogue, whatever pops into my head. I hope you enjoy what’s posted. This Tuesday, I’ve included a poem in the mindset of Kyra, my MC, who’s […]

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“Chase”

I’m a writer living with Bipolar Disorder II with Cyclothymia. Fun times, right? However, creative writing, when my mind’s cooperating, serves as therapy for the ups and downs life decided I’d traipse. I’m in the midst of a novel, but when the words do not flow, I turn to poetry – mine and others. Langston […]

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