I submitted a short story about my grandfather and it was published today!
My short story “The Love Cuff” was published on The Keepthings!
Poetry in the Park – Come on out and enjoy some music poetry and #phillyjawns ❤
Greetings! If you're in the neighborhood and enjoy being outdoors, please join us: Sunday, September 19 - 11:00am at Sankofa Farm in Bartram Gardens "Mother Tongue" is the final program in the series that celebrations the fortifying roots of Black Art. The cob oven, called "The Furrow" is both a work of art and a... Continue Reading →
Not One – Original poetry
Not One (For the Million Mothers March) Not mine son Not mine Not my son Not my brother nephew or current lover Not my neighbor cousin or future husband Not mine Not hers Not anybody’s Son I am not saying no more I am saying not ONE We with the millions of ancestors behind us... Continue Reading →
"The Restoration" original poetry
Blind Faith;heart lessons at a rest stop
The kids look forward to our annual beach vacation all year. It's an opportunity to get away from the day-to-day pressures and routine of school, home-life and chores and simply sleep, eat and play! I look forward to it as well. It's the only week of the year that we are all home at the... 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 →
9-11 Emergency – Original Poetry
9-11 Emergency This poem was written during a trip to New York City in 2009. As the taxi cab stopped in traffic I looked up and I was right in front of Engine 34. I felt the energy in the building and these words came to me... Back in New York and nothing is the same I... Continue Reading →
Welcome Home – Original Poetry
The soil moist beneath your feet is comfort for your journey
We are you
You are we
We are here
The Day I Left God – Original Poetry from Toni Love
The Day I Left God I laid the red carnation on top of her casket Collapsing through showers of grief The sight of them lowering the flesh and bones of my mother Into the cold hard ground was too much for my fragile womb to bear I had prophesied years before That her life would... Continue Reading →
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.
Toni's Room 