Monthly Archives: July 2014

Thirsty

Thirsty. The state of being so has become a colloquialism. There is the formal dictionary, Merriam-Webster, meaning and then there is the Urban Dictionary meaning: 1. To be eager to get something (usually romantic/sexual attention) 2. Desperate On tumblr, there was a post of a sign, “Be ambitious, not thirsty.” At other times, when I’ve seen […]

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Show Yourself Friendly

I am an only child, thus the idea of having friends has always been extremely important to me. My mother is from a large family, one of 12 children, so I have been blessed with a big and loving extended family. I spent many weekends, summers, birthdays, and holidays at my grandmother’s house in the […]

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“Fete” Accompli

“Fete” Accompli  by Myesha D. Jenkins ©   This year, stumbles upon Three decades and nine A newness ushered in Without sparkle or shine   The gift box, rectangular With sharp pointy edges No need to unencumber The top from its ledges   Because the innards, yet visible Translucent and fragile Inevitably examined by virtue Of […]

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Embracing Melancholia: Notes on a Groove

1. I have a new best friend. Her name is Melancholia. I’ve been avoiding her for awhile, but I’ve decided to embrace her. She’s unlike any other friend I’ve ever had. 2. Is it an oxymoron to be happy when you are sad? But I am, because of Melancholia and the accompanying acceptance and self-determination […]

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The Soundtrack of Pressing

This is related to my previous post, “Press”. [Verse 1:] Since you hooked up with the Savior and laid your life down, didn’t let nothin’ fade you, ’cause you were heaven bound.The gentle rains in your life just got an upgrade to a hurricane. In the hands of the Master, it seems like you gotta […]

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Press

“The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.”–From Marge Piercy’s, “To Be of Use”   This poem by Marge Piercy is a favorite of mine. It defines, for me, that struggle […]

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Working at the Library

I worked the 10-2 shift at the library today. My only complaint came from my slightly aching feet, screaming, “Why in the hellation did you wear your brown wedges to a job during which you are constantly on your feet four hours straight not because it is demanded but because you just won’t sit down […]

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Black Women’s Stories

About a week ago, I gave my mother an assignment. I asked her to write about her most vivid childhood memory. She accepted my challenge. Still in a teaching mood, I assigned a writing task to my husband. He was to write his mother a letter expounding upon his love for her and how much […]

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No Power (Random prose)

Cressida walked down the stairs, mentally ticking off each item on her agenda for the morning. Doctor, bank, library, and work–    “Oh, when was it?” she asked herself aloud.  Cressida knew the physician would ask for the first day of her last menstrual cycle. She settled in the passenger seat of her car and reached […]

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