My mother taught me how to make a living.
My father showed me how to create a life to live.
She was deemed responsible.
He was deemed selfish.
… I want to be selfishly responsible from here on out.
It’s a boy.
That puppy love brought forth a boy, Junior. He was the first child and the first son. He will be a junior.
and there were tears. soft cries of joy.
and Junior was ambitious. he climbed for freedom from his playpen and the security gate / he had his father’s eyes. Junior
and his father’s hefty build. shoulders, a parallel span to the sky.
and speaking of skies, Junior told his father with a trembling voice,
he saw “Satan chasing the angel and the angel running into the face of God”
and his father chuckled until he saw the picture sent from his son’s cellphone. then he believed him /
Continue reading he Howled / no cry (a prose)
40 Words of Wisdom Every Parent Needs to Give Their Child
“How dare I resent the man who taught me how to pray when I know people who never had a father in the first place, so thank you.”
“My papa was never a rolling stone / my papa’s a firm rock that stayed in our home.”
“I was raised on stories of return and that hope is still alive in my father’s eyes.”
“I had fears of picking up my son, I thought my hands were too rough and I would scratch him but my fears had to go.”
“He was happy to be no quite happy, happy enough for his daughters so that they could have a life with more opportunities than his had full bellies.”
“Don’t just lend them your name / give them the gristle at the end of your bone!
reveal your scars and your tears / hide your prayers inside their lunch” – Conney Williams
Enjoy this poetry video post featuring the words from a Los Angeles literary legend,
From the poetry cd, “unsettled water”.
If you are in the Los Angeles area, support Conney at his release party, May 8th 6:30 pm at Vibrations, 2435 Manchester Blvd in Inglewood!
Please visit www.conneywilliams.com