by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on June.15.2008
Every year my Daddy complains that fathers never get the kind of attention on Father’s day that moms get on Mother’s day. I usually laugh at him. Because I spoil him on Father’s day. He’s gotten rings, video cameras, DVD players, taken out to his favorite restaurants, gift certificates, massages, mp3 players, etc. I would [...]
by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on June.10.2008
This poem is dedicated to my husband. I thank God and your momma for this day. This day that you were born.
Happy Birthday my love.
You are –
The reason I laugh
The reason I cry
When facing tough paths
You’re the reason I try
You are the reason.
You are –
Why I feel I can make it
Why I feel I can [...]
by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on April.18.2008
Due to time constraints, unfortunately there is not a new completed graphic short story this week. Expect to see one next week, though!
I would like to share this funny song I wrote a couple years ago for no good reason. PLEASE NOTE that it is just a song and in no way reflects my real [...]
by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on March.2.2008
My five fingers
Over yours
On your hand
On my leg
Your warm palm
On my hips
On my side
On your bed
My moist mouth
And my tongue
On your lips
On your face
Your quick breath
And my breath
They both pant
Our hearts race
Got goose bumps
On my skin
On my thigh
From your touch
The strong vibe
In your eyes
Tell me, you
Want me much
The heat of
Your smooth flesh
Makes my
Temperature hot
You’re rock [...]
by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on February.10.2008
I may not often say it
‘Cause I swear you always know
Can’t see how you could miss it
You make me smile. Laugh. Glow.
You walk by – I touch you
Stay away too long – I seek you
When saying goodbye, I walk you out
And assume you sense that I need you
Even though I know you’ll laugh
At my random [...]
by ** Tatiana Caldwell ** on March.4.2007
Not like that. That’s not how I should have discovered.
Unsuspecting. Spectator. Justification.
But when confronted with evidence that I’d just uncovered,
Embarrassment. Bafflement. Fabrication.
You lied.
You looked right at me and you lied.
I don’t care about your old bitches.
I’m more concerned about failed tries to hide.
Random hoes from the past don’t even get me tripping
Half as much as [...]