beneath our clothes

we are all skyclad
we are all naked
we are all nude

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A Winter Welcome For My Readers

Cherie Ann Turpin, UDC Winter Reception 2019

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Not bad for 52 years old.

Poetry is coming.  I’ll have some guests from my classes come and share as well this spring!

Snow days get me in a cooking mood

Sunday snow day menu:
Fresh Collards
Fresh Black Eyed Peas
Homemade Cornbread (fuck jiffy mix!)
Baked Chicken w/Onion Soup Sprinkles
Jasmine Rice
Homemade Lemonade

I had plenty of onions and peppers plus fatback for the greens and peas. I’m going straight up soul food today. Then I’m getting busy with my course stuff.

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For the narcissist enraged at rejection, this is for you.

“Love is not ownership or possession. It is not vampiric or obsessive, either. Learn to let go.”

I wrote this in 2013.

Fall thoughts for poetry —random language

as I turn 52 this month I’ve been thinking about menopause a bit….I skipped this month….my eggs are no longer plentiful…..yet my desire to couple does not cease….Sex really is far beyond procreative meaning…..I will miss the power of blood when I reach the point of becoming Crone…..but this understanding of being a woman who is magical surpasses the womb…..a poem is coming to the surface……

Letting Go (Part 2)

letting go
of hurt
of people who hold you back
of people who hurt you
of people who abandoned you
of a painful past haunting you
of a betrayal of trust
of a lie told to destroy you
of a fear of utter destruction
seems daunting or impossible
outside the normalcy
of daily reminders
of human treachery
nevertheless we must let go
lest we drown
in sorrow and regret.

Letting Go

took me seven years
letting go of three I loved
another three years healing
my forties were fortunate
many moments of sorrow and silence
many nights drowned in fado
fado the river of music from tears
grief and wails pushing my raft downstream
without numbing myself or hiding
and by hiding i mean the usual suspects
we are told are helpful
but not even close
go find some fuckables to dick and dump
go find a husband or wife and breed
i chose to marry my very toxic love
my work
silent third suspect it is
until i finally learned
work is not warm enough to love you back
work is work
work is not love
work is what you do for others
but not your lover or spouse
and so i am free and unbonded
gave myself time to grow
seeking and finding meaning in me
letting go let me listen and wait
for the right one to share fate.