For those grieving on Mothers Day
May’s Mad Poets Society Blog post ❤️
Finally Over
Original poetry from my book "Toni's Room" Photo Credit: Cheyenne Gil Photography Finally Over When I lost youI found myselfOh but it hurtIt pained for so longThinking of how foolish I had beenTo believe in youBut my hurt turned into poetryAnd danceAnd I wroteAnd dancedUntil I filled up the emptiness in side of meThe void... Continue Reading →
Remembering Mommy. A poem for Mother’s Day ❤
I Remember You , for Mom on Mother's Day
The Day I Left God – Performance Poetry with Sistahs Laying Down Hands, Mother’s Day 2018
Mother's Day is always bittersweet for me. I know as a Mother that there is pressure to smile and gush at the numerous mother's day wishes, cards and love from my kids, but even after seventeen years, I still awaken with a small void knowing I can only speak the sentiment to my own mom,... Continue Reading →
Encouraging Young Writers in Philadelphia Today
My father loved to read and wrote a multitude of songs and essays yet published only one song in his lifetime. Today in his memory I am excited to be hosting a fundraiser for Philly Youth March and Voice4Justice. The event featuring Grammy Nominee Ursula Rucker and the extraordinarily musical Monica McIntyre begins today at... Continue Reading →
The Restoration: Toni Love’s London radio Interview with Wayne Boucaud
I am so excited to announce that my debut poetry EP titled "The Restoration" has gone international! Last week, I was interviewed on the Wayne Boucaud London radio show Black in 3D, and a few of the tracks as well as the fun and engaging interview can be heard by listening to the broadcast below.
Save the Date for the Toni Love CD Release Party! August 22nd!
At this point in my life, I have awakened the passionate writer/poet that laid dormant for decades and she does not want to stop. But I am first a Mother and an entrepreneur so I take it a day at a time, I take suggestions from those whom I admire and respect and love, and if the door opens, I walk through it. And here I am, planning my CD Release party.
New Shoes: My Mother’s Day Gift from Above
Even though I was a mother myself, all of the Mother's Day commercials with scenes of children hugging and delivering gifts and flowers to their mothers trickled into my joy like Chinese water torture.
Life (for Elizabeth) Original Poem 11/23/14
Your breath became my own
and you exhaled life's elixir into my lungs
as I was yet being formed
Memories of a War Veteran..I have not forgotten
My Uncle was a Vietnam War Veteran. He was fortunate to be one of the ones to come home alive, but the person who left never really came home. He was sad, he was depressed, he struggled with the choices he was forced to make at war and never really felt comfortable in his skin when he came home. He was a walking casualty of war.
Toni's Room 