You Move Me

Hold still, time. Stop moving. 
Yet, still you run on, 
leaving us with no recourse, 
but to move with you. 
We sometimes fail to realize
that although we don’t set
the pace, we still control
the rhythm.
I choose to dance with 
you in a meaningful tango,
where every step 
counts, and the sweet 
luxury of the hours
are revered.
Listening to every jazz 
note, even the ones that 
sound blue, to enjoy every 
second of a life ongoing,
to revel in the sweetest
of air, the beauty of
the Earth.
And to be glad for each 
moment that has gone 
before, and each moment 
still to be. Moments seen, 
heard, touched, and lived
by me.
-Tosha Michelle
Photo above by your truly.
Also, two more things, here’s our latest vehicle purchase and Infiniti. Really like it.

Lastly, putting some of my covers of various songs on YouTube. Here’s one of my favorites.

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Me!

What’s up, y’all. I haven’t had much time for writing, or social media, but wanted to post something. Taylor Swift has a new single out. I like it., Oh my gosh, the cats are the best part though. Check it out. Happy Saturday! Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

Deity in Diversity

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Maybe someday we will
have written about humanity
and grace so much
that the paper we scribble on
will burn down
the forest of hate
that grows in casket-closed minds,
eradicating words like
racism, hate, bigotry.

The fire cleansing away
evil and ignorance.
Strike a match with
your pen.

Let’s try at least to
direct the language toward love.
Let’s keep moving the
adjectives higher and higher.
Trust the verbs to lead us,
the pin of light, to the fire.

Maybe as the trees come undone,
leaves igniting,
branches bursting with truth,
charity and clarity will rise.
Rustling beneath skin.
Love rising, tapping deep.
Opening eyes and cleaning tongues
in the dialect of compassion.
Hope slipping into the core.
Porous and large.
Looking out in every direction
until it is inside the sky,
the rocks, the moon.
Lacing the night and hearts with promise,
the rainy season finally over.

Until then, let your pens sway
against the dark waves.
Let’s push our boats against the current.
Light the candle wick.
Kiss it with fervor.
Give flame to the wind and waves.

-Tosha Michelle

Photo, my own 

After Life


A few of my favorite quotes from the Netflix series “After Life” The plot revolves around Tony, played brilliantly by Ricky Gervais who loses his wife to cancer. Tony decides to ditch his nice guy demeanor and take his grief out on the world. Ashley Jensen and Penelope Wilton stars as well. They are phenomenal. It really is quite something. The show takes a poignant and brutally honest look at loss. Don’t worry though, there’s enough humor to soften the blows.  

“One day you’ll eat your last meal, smell your last flower, hug your friend for the very last time. You might not know it’s the last time,so that’s why you should do everything you love with passion,you know? Treasure the few years you’ve got causr that’s all there is”

“We’re not just here for us, we’re here for others. All we’ve got is each other. We’ve got to help each other struggle through until we die and then we’re done”

“I would rather live and miss him, than be dead and have him miss me. That how much I loved him.“

Anf my favorite song from the series. “Among The Living” The soundtrack is exceptional and features artists like James Taylor,  Lou Reed, Nick Drake, Elton John, and Hammock. 

So Happy Together

Poem to follow. See under image, but first, if you haven’t seen After Life on Netflix, I highly recommend it.  It’s Just so beautifully written and acted. Here’s a link with all you need to know about the series. https://www.standard.co.uk/stayingin/tvfilm/after-life-what-is-it-about-how-can-i-watch-it-everything-you-need-to-know-about-ricky-gervais-new-a4085796.html


Come with me, my dear.
let’s explore the world.
The good spot always
by your side.

Let’s dine on constellations
and leave the map behind.
We’ll star in our own slow
reveal romantic comedy,
of mishaps and Sleepless
in Seattle precision.

Let’s live a life that’s
tender, wild and lyrical,
while discovering foothills,
rocky terrain, and coastal
hills and valleys.

We’ll wander together through
port cities on golden days,
passing afternoons in our
own happy haze.
At twilight we’ll embrace 
under the street lamp’s glow.

Happy to be together.
To breath, to move,
alive in our aliveness.
Here we’ll create our own
landscape for two.

-Tosha Michelle

The Will Of Grace


Now that the worst
is over, she can finally see,
that thanks to him
she’s where she’s suppose
to be. He, her
unanswered prayer,
and what a gift
it turned out to be.
Her loss became a gain.
She’s happy now.

She’ll always be grateful
that he let her in,
finally at peace with
time spent .knowing
it wasn’t wasted.
She sees him now as
he really was.
Maybe, she always did
She’s left behind his
sideways gravity,
a half note fallen
from the sky

There was a moment when
she could have loved him
best, but the long view
had other plans.
Het bare soul now
rest with the soul
of the beloved. In him,
she sees her better self.

She hopes her unanswered
prayer is well and
living a good lived
life, one worth writing
about. Her wish is that
destructive patterns
have been broken, and
he’s full of confidence
and inner strength.

If they ever meet again,
she’ll greet him with
kindness, not bitterness,
or forgetfulness,
like the rest.

She’s thankful for every
hour they spent
Her sweet friend of
moonlight talks and
city walks.

For awhile, how she believed
in him.
How he believed in her.
For a time, how she
grieved for him.
Noe she hope
he’s happier than he’s
ever been, charming
many with his gift
of gab, content with
someone meant only
for him.

-Tosha Michelle

Jane, Killer Queen.

Today is my lovely friend Jane’s birthday. I wanted to celebrate her life with a poem. Don’t worry. I celebrated it with gfts too. Do you not know me at all? Ha! In all seriousness, Jane is one of the strongest people I know and worth more than Gucci and Versace put together. She battles MS daily, and no matter how many obstacles this world throws at her, she never gives up. She fights each battle with style, grace, and an unwavering sense of humor. I’m in awe of her. You’ll never meet anyone more real or resilient. There’s no pretense with Jane, although she is a skilled and talented actress. She has some wonderful and funny stories of times spent on movie sets. She’s also brilliant with the camera. Her photography is out of this world. She’s truly a fascinating woman, blessed with the allure of charm and complexity. I’m honored to call her one of my best friends.

Jane, if you’re reading this, and you better be,(ha), thanks for being a constant in my life for the last 14 years. Your friendship means so much to me, even when we get on each other’s nerves, or clash over who’s hotter Larry David or Jon Stewart. Clearly, the latter. Duh!. Ha’. Drink every time you see “ha”. 😜 Just make sure to raise a glass to Jane. I know I am, a toast to my beautiful Philadelphia buddy, I love you. Stay classy, stylish, bohemian, artsy, and fierce. Happy day of YOU!

And now a poem 💕

Cloaked with depth and shades
of autumn. She’s sometimes
more scrambled numbers,
than transparency’s friend.
She’s walked many moonless
paths guided by light of her
soul’s constellation.

Red leaves brushed by the winds
of adversity fall at her feet.
She well versed in archery,
a modern day Artemis,
each arrow a talismans of
resiliency and grace, even
in the dark, she knows the
art of letting go.

-Tosha Michelle