New World Nubian

Perspectives from a Child of the Americas


I doted on you flower I  thought divine, convinced you were a gift passed down through time, doted on you in every line, only to find out you were never mine.   … Continue reading

August 20, 2014 · Leave a comment

He Says

No flows, No rose, No dare-I-suppose, I assuage your heart, Til the tenderness goes.   No kiss, No rock, No dare-I-unlock, The vulnerability inherent In this novela plot.   No … Continue reading

August 20, 2014 · 2 Comments


be slow with me, I needn’t ask you’ve carefully observed my heartbreak, and instead offer your sincerity and not your arms. my heart misses arms. misses close. misses love. my heart … Continue reading

August 18, 2014 · 2 Comments


Tear soaked grains of sand As countless as the days, Wreaked and stank of dreams broken The moment you sat down to play, Your hands molded tear soaked sand I … Continue reading

August 15, 2014 · Leave a comment


Awoke this morning -tears to cheek, heart a-torn, unhappiness fresh from little sleep, still to these words no fool could retreat, a soft, southern whir my “gone -ons” did speak.   … Continue reading

August 5, 2014 · Leave a comment


Encased solid whites look at overflowing red ones; your body is stiffened, like the love that you have already laid down to rest; you console me in my resistance to unclutch the diamond-like dreams in … Continue reading

July 6, 2014 · 1 Comment

Did You?

Under baobab tree, Did you come for me Looking to love me into eternity To venerate me like ancestors All my words and curves Love me like forever were equivalent … Continue reading

June 2, 2014 · 4 Comments


The poet reads   clues, nuances, movements, fragments, and behoovements. Not just books Red-marked papers, stashed in kitchen crooks.   The poet reads secretiveness, triumph, unexpressed defeat, sincere humility and … Continue reading

February 19, 2014 · Leave a comment

The Constant Gardener (Homegoing Poem for Aunt Emma)

  Here we come to tell the world, about the precious seeds planted by our sweet southern girl,   who came from a place where the earth is made of … Continue reading

February 10, 2014 · 2 Comments

Clay and Concrete ( In Honor of Emma Gordon McClain)

 Clay and Concrete            Simone used to love to ask her Aunt Emma to braid her hair. Aunt Emma would turn her head from watching the … Continue reading

January 29, 2014 · 2 Comments


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