D WATKINS: Stoop Stories. Black Baltimore.

This.  These words here, THIS VOICE. I remember trying to explain, during the elections in 2004, why I didn’t consider myself represented on either side.  I couldn’t articulate what seemed so blatantly clear to me that I actually grew numb, would find myself jaw-gaping–couldn’t clearly get the words to say:  HOW DO YOU CALL YOURSELF…

RANT. Plenty of fish?

Seriously, the amount of “men”–or, as what I am about to write might indicate–Peter Pans on the dating site makes me laugh again and again, makes me shake my head. Ok, truth?  I guess my curiosity HAS gotten the best of me, I need to know– What has your life been like that the amount…

Open Letter to Brooks Long, on the prophecy moon of summer fruit.

Catfish, I was sitting on the floor in my hobbit house, on two plush pillows that are hand-me-downs from the upstairs neighbor who moved out.   I live in a hand-me-down house. I was sitting in the hand-me-down hobbit house on hand-me-down pillows on the floor, on a hand-me-down rug from the woman who lived…

Myth

There will Come a day When looking back I’ll say I recall Want For a Studious Life such as this. Here now it’s so well- Lived.

Mad-eyed September Tribe

Something about September– There’s something about September, that’s what’s in my head, in my body, what my experience is saying to me.   But wait Kel, it’s not September, it’s October, the second week in fact, so really that waft of sensual that grabs me from behind and muscles the back of my legs, that…

One-eyed Blind.

Ever thought about those truths that you know, but don’t actually really acknowledge to yourself?  I mean they range, right?  Like maybe eating m&ms every afternoon on your break is the reason your energy dips an hour later and your body knows as much but you never really stopped to consider the truth of it….

The Real Work

Sitting in the auto shop waiting Here are the women: 3 beside me, a divorcee and a mother daughter pair And the daughter says the sweetest thing to the divorcee about her eyes The divorcee’s heart crack fills this room & this is the myth us gals must dispel That we are here to work…

When spirituality stops working

In 2010, I resigned from my job at a community college because of burn out.  For two years I had worked with a very small team to establish educational programs for adults in rural and often very poor communities on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.  We covered hundreds of miles each week in four counties and started…