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Hooray! Black Women's Expo (2018) was a success...

                                         #PoetryHeals #NewBookofPoems #Poemoir

It was such a joy to meet so many people interested not only in my book, but poetry, too. Many, many thanks to BWE sponsors, book lovers, my Sands, and everyone who came out to 2018 Black Women's Expo. It was fantastic!!! -:)




A poemoir for Black History Month...

Freedman's Soliloquy...

Soon I’ll be heading back to the farm where no one was FREE. Where the crops were ripe in the field, but the slave was unapparent property.

The overseer is mindful to make sure his subjects stay in their place while violence and brutality spread throughout the open wide space.

Evil eyes gaze me down, but I’ll not shed one teardrop. The hatred was like crabs in a barrel trying to crawl their way to the top.

And like an Eagle in the face of a storm, the taste of freedom makes it difficult to conform.

Fleeing thoughts consume the mind as I look for inspiration and solace. The spirit is weak, but faith unshaken as I hold tight to the Lords promise.

Sneering and wicked faces expose---an unpleasant contemplation. But a ‘Freed Man’ will always remember---the day he escapes the plantation.

Lorenzo (Wren) for short---but known  by loved ones as "Big Poppa"

Lorenzo (Wren) for short---but known  by loved ones as "Big Poppa"

The Spirit is weak, but faith unshaken.
— Big Poppa

I dedicate this poem to my “Big Poppa” who in 1896 (a slave) was born into a tribe of the Iroquoian family. Lorenzo (Wren) for short, married my grandmother, Big Mama, and he built her a beautiful home on the top of a hill where they raised 11 children (one of which was my mother). There are too many grandchildren to count, however, I’m honored that I was alive to see his legacy, which was surrounded by land, livestock, and much love in God’s country. Big Poppa would own more land than any of his neighbors. In fact, he would say that “land is the only thing a Freeman can hold his hat on when times were tough.” 

My Big Poppa was a Freemason, a deacon, carpenter, farmer, businessman, civil rights activist; he had a highway named in his honor, and he lived to see the ripe young age of 98. However, what I remember most about my “Big Poppa” was his confident and robust personality. He was a proud man and well respected in the community and his favorite saying was, “The spirit is weak, but the faith is unshaken.”    




R.I.P. “Big Poppa”   XOXO, EVF




Too excited for words...

I'm very thrilled that Barbara's Bookstore---located at Northwestern Hospital (Chicago)  has decided to 'window display' my book "Through My Mother's Voice, I Found My Own." 

**Many thanks to Julie @ Barbara's Bookstore (Northwestern Hospital) for giving a "new author" a chance! More important, (MANY THANKS TO ALL MY FANS, FRIENDS, AND FAITHFUL COHORTS) for the wonderful encouragement!!!

Thanks, guys..."I'm having so much fun marketing this little book of truth!!!" -:)







The Perfect Gift...

Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised (as I was feeling quite sad) due to all the "holiday" hoopla in the office. You see, I'm normally a very confident, positive, and upbeat individual---but I allowed my thoughts to wander down a path where I began to think more and more about my mom's passing two years ago, and how she and the family adored Christ Day; I guess you could say "I was having a moment." Nonetheless, several hours later, I would receive word from my publishing company that my debut book of poems went LIVE on AMAZON...

In Loving Memory to my mom (who adored holidays and entertaining)...

In Loving Memory to my mom (who adored holidays and entertaining)...


Needless to say, I'm so very thrilled! Additionally, I know that mom watches over me and she probably nudged one of the angels demanding him to send something nice to her middle daughter for Christ Day.

Thanks, Fatty! "Merci Beaucoup"... (Je t'aime)... -:)

xoxo EvF

"Through My Mother's Voice, I Found My Own"