Black Girl Magic

There is black girl magic at play when you hold her,  color doesn’t make this so,  but the culture that is lost I ves within us,  the carriers of this world,  the originals,  the ageless and the bronze highlights of life We are temperamental because we are out place,  not ghetto We are sassy because … More Black Girl Magic

Bony Voices

  Enjoy following the text to Part 2 of the Poet-Dome  Spoken Word Poems written by me. – Imani “Clio” Lang I quenched water like a thirsty leech sitting at the disabled coffee table that has nail polish stains on it Alchemy seems to have all the answers, yet the sun is covering me with … More Bony Voices

A Dream, A Garden

Every morning I curl my hair and plan to take over the world,  yet I’m stuck in your imagery,  your paint and your pearls so you could win me over like oil burning crayons Every morning I plan to save these children yet when you yell at me I feel like a child-broken and crying … More A Dream, A Garden

Publishing Short Story

Hello All Fellow Writers & Poets! I am proud to say that my first short story is being published soon on Kindle and Amazon. As copyrights are being applied to my original material a cover image for my ebook has just been finished.  

Who Feeds Us?

    There`s more trees in the world than thick skin; Thin bones walk these streets They result in poor character, but as the world gets older the heat rises up It`s a heartless paradox and the fairies laugh because their fruit is salty yet our brains crumble Statutes fall as our God is begging … More Who Feeds Us?

January

I’m afraid that the wake was last year instead of in fifty years  To see my future is like a butterfly being able to see its metamorphosis I can’t shake the feeling of absence in my gut , the lonesome I feel without a daughter or son  Inside this mind I’m a terrible host  Inside … More January