Rhythmic Stories

The feel of the sun on your skinRiding the waves on the open sea some days you wander in your mindto a place you would like...

Home is a collection of things we loveFighting against the odds and rising above A place to hang all kinds of hatsVisiting neighbors starting up chats...

life is only happy when you have something to loveI think we were made that way by our God above Money is temporary, a fleeting value...

She could see the fog as it was billowing forth The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north The smell of salt...

I saw it from the blackjack treeMy big sister is getting her spanking justbefore me I shimmied up that tall blackjackThinking I was off my daddy’s...

It takes time for a broken heart to healSo many emotions inside you can’t reveal You make your face an upturned smileLeaving sadness on the shelf...

I was a young girl thenrunning hillsides back when inhaling the clean airs summer breezehanging upside down in a blackjack tree laughter floating heavenwardmama smiles when...