Why don’t you lay down and let me kiss you wherever youlike. All you must do is point with your… Read more Breathe For Me
Author: qjoverton
I have been writing for the past forty years with little thought of publishing. That changed last year. I have a great love for the written word. It is a wonderful feeling when a person reads a passage and it brings an emotion that has lain hidden below the surface. That fuels my ambition to continue writing.
Echoes of Life, Listening fo The Truth
This is my interpretation of life, as it was, what it is, and what it might be. I follow no lines of a concrete structure. These are merely the thoughts that have been screaming in my head for years, straining to be set free. It is with this tangible site that I give the intangible flight. So welcome to my thoughts. I hope you will find a measure of entertainment as well as thought-provoking moments.
Before
Come with me. I want to lay with you and feel your body close to mine.No, at this moment, I… Read more Before
Tears Between The Lines
All I wanted was to hold your handonce more. To kiss you the softpassionate way only love can Of all… Read more Tears Between The Lines
Distant Shores/Welcome Home
I don’t go to the ocean anymore, it painsTo smell the salty air.When I feel the sand beneath my feet,… Read more Distant Shores/Welcome Home
Things I Miss
I realized last night that I miss being able to bathe in my blacknessTo feel my community pull me in… Read more Things I Miss
I Am A Black Man
I am a Black Man, African born and slavery tornI have walked in the warm sun of my native landbeen… Read more I Am A Black Man
In A Land of Cotton
Once upon a time in a land of cotton, we were a people the world thought time had forgottenThe world… Read more In A Land of Cotton
Memories
He weeps, a prisoner of his memories,Having lost what he loved once. HeNow sits and remembers the pleasure,And the warmth… Read more Memories
How Many Ways
There are so many things I enjoy sayingto you, like calling to say, honey, I’m on the way, and I… Read more How Many Ways
Brothers, Can You Submit?
Zeta represents the inner strength I see surging in the eyes of many black women today. A quiet fierceness that… Read more Brothers, Can You Submit?
