From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.
poetry
Sunday Morning
On this beautiful Sunday morning
yellow sunshine coming down
all the beautiful girls in town
walking their dogs
Their long legs in their short shorts
shimmer in the sunlight.
Love in the Time of Coronavirus
So, here I am sitting in the park
waiting for the sunrise
and this beautiful girl approaches me from the rear
I turn around to look at her
she smiles and I smile back
she keeps her distance
but we have a nice conversation
she has long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail
and wears a baseball cap skewed to one side
she is wearing plaid shorts and sneakers
this almost never happens to me anymore
she turns to leave and I wave goodbye
she waves back
here we are in the time of Coronavirus
another opportunity lost in
a fleeting moment of time.
Victoria’s Secret
This is the house of Lions and Pineapples
Where Victoria once lived
She’s a gone girl now
I always wondered
What was her secret?
Lethal Force
Lethal Force
Her eyes were wanton
Black, piercing
From her throat down to her toe
She was lethal
“I’m going to tease my hair,”
She said
“Why don’t you scare it when you’re done,”
I said
She laughed
I laughed
We all had a good laugh.
Where Does the Music Go?
Where does the music go when the violin stops playing?
Where does the water flow when the wave stops waving?
TIME ENOUGH FOR LOVE
I have crossed oceans of time
To be with you
There must be
Time enough for love….
Two hundred years for each breast
A thousand for the rest
And if we find rubies by the Rhine
So much better love can find
The way to stitch our hearts
For we are greater than our parts.
KINDRED SPIRITS
Winter “Candide” Chatman
Kindred spirts recognize each other
when they meet upon the road and
when they meet it is a joyous occasion
one worth celebrating
let the celebration begin.
Benn Bell and Winter Chatman
CANDIDE
Winter “Candide” Chatman
My world has shifted
My sorrow lifted
I am once again tilted
Back towards Philadelphia
In the midst of Summer
I have found a glorious Winter
The Best of All Possible Worlds.
BEAUTIFUL
A Guest Post By Winter Chatman
Author Winter Chatman
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin’
Cutt’n me down, My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
Sixteen and pregnant , shoot, that ain’t nothin’
My life My block I have no fear
She be lookn’ at me like I ain’t nothin’
I ain’t cried, it ain’t no sin, nothin’
She can stare My eyes have ears
I’m beautiful, you know? Really somethin’
I got straight A’s, that’s really somethin’
I ain’t stupid , you know, I can hear
She be look’n at me like I ain’t nothin
My college degree, that’s really something
For my life From my block That’s rare
I’m beautiful, you know, Really something
My Imani child grows, beautiful, really something
One flower in a bush so rare,
They keep looking at me like I am nothing
I am beautiful, you know, really something.
Penn State Literary Magazine 2003
Ghost Dog 