the brightness
of this
sedoka world
traffic growing
i trudge home
sleepily

#sedoka

tired eyes
behind these
glasses
having stayed at work
all night i bite into
a breakfast sweet roll

#sedoka

granmær
talks of life
during
the Regan era...
now we find out
he didn't like Blacks

#sedoka

my kid
eye to eye
with a frog -
i re-read
Zora's "Their Eyes
Were Watching God"

#sedoka

i don't recall
many things often
except the leaving
daddy's
broad back leaving
his shadow growing thin

#sedoka

fastidious—
granmær arranging
white candles
bowls and herbs
for tonight's
conjuring

#sedoka

legs sore
from exercising
i hobble down
dark and cold streets
to my upstairs flat where
i take off this mask

#sedoka

a moment
heading home
though cold
the remnants of
a pretty sunset bring
a brief feeling of hope

#sedoka

havent
been to bed yet
watching
episode after episode
of "Cold Case Files"
...im such an 'ol' maid'

#sedoka

the probability
of me being straight—
laughable...
leaving all the plants
sequestered
on the back porch

#sedoka

an afternoon spent
pacing
back and forth—
was i ever
going to become
a parent

#sedoka

"BonDjé!"
today i am
a stripped plucked
and beaten
chicken left out
on Life's counter

#sedoka

*Good Lord in Kouri-Vini

adjusting
my attitude
before stepping
into
this morning's
workplace again

#sedoka

in this life
i am a mother...
so protective of my child
im often called 'demoness'
raw fragrance of
newborn sugar cane

#sedoka

from behind
thick black curtains
the old widow
watching
the child riding
on red tricycle

#sedoka

still a cold morning...
wary
of his coffee
which is black
but lacks
a bite

#sedoka

slow climb
of the bridal veil
in her window—
frustration
with
everyday things

#sedoka

brief laughter
with a former lover
portions
of my innocence
have long since
turned to dust

#sedoka

*Jou dê Mòr —
going to clean
moman's grave
and leave
fresh roses there...
'mô ti-bijou'

#sedoka

*Jou dê Mòr - All Soul's Day
* mô ti-gato sho - my little jewel

another round
of make-believe
drinks
with all of my
stuffed
teddy-bears

#sedoka

now
a grown man
realizing
ive forgotten
every bit of my
childhood magic

#sedoka

Why do our kittens
rest upon pillows as loafs?
Are they bread or princesses?

Because it's comfy
because it also feels safe
because she fits so she sits

#poetry #sedoka

bright yellow
marigolds
line the deserted street
tonight
tonight
and tonight

sometimes feeling bat-shit crazy, this evening i simply curl up with a good book—something on Lenin-and lose myself in the world of 19th century Russia and a world too young to know anything.

#sedoka #sedokabun

[Perusal] #sedoka #sedokabun #zuihitsu

thinking of interpersonal communication. a brief thought of moman and granmær canning figs. the too-sweet syrup on toasted bread and i in my kid'ness jumpin' around too thrilled.

where
has the time
hidden itself—
my foreparents
have walked into
the 'other room'

#sedoka #sedokabun

asking
for nothing
and settling for
anything
a young boy with his
bright red balloon

#sedoka

cold Sunday morning, heading back to the kitchen for another sweet roll; I know I damn well don't need.

pressure washed
parking-lot —
all around me
things dying
and the false veneer
of human goodwill

#sedoka #sedokabun

bad ass kids
running through
the mall—
i really despise
when he spits on me
while talking

#sedoka

today
the sedoka
pour
out of me...
how much longer
will we have cold weather

#sedoka

'no
i don't give
a damn!'
using my fingers
to cut another piece
of sweet potato pie

#sedoka