Category Archives: prose

Fear Wrestling

The merlot on my tongue
won’t allow me to speak.

I stain my pillow with attached prayers of something
betwixt the Ghana of my name.

I walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall
design distance from cerebral lessons

I wear tight shoes to ensure carefully calculated steps
abandon spontaneity
and disavow chances and dances with love.

Neglect sorrow,
crash it down toilets
with eggs to symbolically hinder birth

I sit armored with mindful intentions
of nurturing tomorrows virginal courage.

from the book, “Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips” by nikki skies

Becoming Water for New Seeds

You are
the idea the African saw through the cracked wood of
the Henrietta Marie
You are
the seed of new woman
the ecstasy in the fire
the gospel after poetry venues
praised on sidewalks and parking lots
you are now a prophet amongst preachers
burdened with the beauty of the entire rose
pick the thorns or keep them
just stay in tact / you came prickly and prissy
with a rampant river under your feet
your commitment will be constantly tested
through people using revolution to work out personal problems
they’ll say you don’t fit the role / don’t look natural / ain’t ready to fight
you’re not committed to the destruction of the system
and they’re right
because you are a Creator / never forget that
You are a Creator
and you destroy the idea of death in order to live.

from the book, “Pocket Honey, Wind and Hips” – nikki skies

20:30 A.D.

he doesn’t even give his Soul.
Doesn’t /slit his wrist for them to feed on his
he just talk shit
and they savagely lick and sniff it like captured
orangutans at the zoo.

and out of the pack
one is a sheep / and the other wolves
and they are leading the masses in the darkness of the forest.

no home based knowledge to stir up conversation
simmer and brew some intellect

he just likes the attention
so he performs poetry.

from the book, “Pocket Honey, Wind and Hips” by Nikki Skies

A Prose for Fannie Lou Hamer


She stood by the bedside of Jordan. A lotus. Feet grown from delta mud. She was creation. Exploded from chaos. A holistic believer.

If you see her. Tell her you remember. Her protected skin that matched night. Unafraid. Sleep patterned to that of bats. Called upon. Like Nut and Shu. To uphold the heavens. Keep young mouths breathing. When tempted to swallow swollen faith. She followed dust and escaped through the vents.

She believed in every rain drop. In every baby’s cry. Others snapped their necks against frozen water. Prayed up. Since the fire started. She conquered all octaves. Roamed every chance in her soul. Democratic National Convention. Taught. Listened. Patient black sheep. In the cotton fields. Raised a Freedom Farm. Thousands rejoiced. Fulfilled. God spoke. Tell me now.

Forgive his-story. If you see her. Tell her you remember.

from the short story book, “Mississippi Window Cracks” by Nikki Skies

Missing rifle Missing woman (for Harriet Tubman)


sky readers / moon believers / before the sunrise prayers
Wisdom born mamas sew star, sun, earth, heart shaped patterns on
Quilts to warm babies & free souls
Hearing from the winds when to hang ’em high on the clothes line
Before the rooster crow / before master know
Patterns on quilts mapped out which way to go
To wade in the water
Missing rifle / missing woman.

from the book, “Pocket Honey, Wind and Hips” – nikki skies

7:30 AD

I came / black girl
dark black girl
2nd generation city girl
mama gave me all she knew from what was torn between rebellion and
I know fried spam and boxed potatoes
hot nights with white wet sheets over fans
I know the aroma of lost time / depressed eyes that shame your
I know a dream deferred / every word
every pebble on its beach
I’ve swam on it
drowned myself in its waters more times than my fingers and toes
and I still have enough space on my back for you.




she left this morning.
conveniently smooth like tap water
promises taped to her right palm for her to befriend the wild
with food
she just wanted to be great
she wanted to bring her mother the world
capsize time and defend her sister and brother
look her father in the eye with familiar
write down her grandmother’s genius words
learn the earth at the expense of her grandfathers back
she came / throttled tone with soprano cheeks
shy girl
social as corners
intimately speaking is how she preferred things
but stories pierced her earlobes
diamonds to shine / hoops to dangle
pages to escape poverty
like you / she survived through chances
stand offs against never and silence
she left this morning
after a cup of coffee
but prepared these words for you.


nikki skies for National Poetry Month