All posts by Te'Kia M.

A Muse’s Stolen Moment

A Muse’s Stolen Moment
By Te’Kia Miller 

Submerged in rivers of smooth jazz
Overflowing, filling canals into
Time and space unaccounted
The world has washed away
In the tides of a muse’s making
Only the poet is listening
Quietly in a world of storms
It is the third eye of a sixth sense
To see and hear this beauty
Called muse 

Original.2017. 4/22/2017.


Called The Same

Called The Same
By Te’Kia Miller

Not even one in the color
Of my skin, still
I call my brother, my sister, friend
They called me the same
To have risked life and limb
Was not a burden considered by you
While human life was lost in atrocities
Hidden in the darkest corners of imagination
A venomous horror that crept in
And grew to wildfire proportions
Even those considered your own crucified you
Battering, attacking, killing you
Gripped by the barbaric hands and suddenly
We are less different than perceived
My brother, my sister, friend, supporter,
Unsung sympathizer

Original. 2017.



Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)

Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)
By Te’Kia Miller

Not enough to get it
From those outside looking in
But added
Are those in my own clan
Who believe it a sin
To live comfortably in
The color of my skin
That I let my hair
Run free in its glorious mane
Possessing the roar
Of a legion of ancient lions
Waves of spunky curls or
Rivers of ringlets and kinks of obsidian stone
To them I say ‘behold freedom’
I am not conformed to the image
Of another man’s beauty
I am its beholder and truthfully
I am beauty unleashed

Original. 2017.

Valentine Nights

Valentine Nights
By Te’Kia Miller 

Tantalizing are the days
Even more decadent
Are nights of a Valentine kind.
A moment snatched from time
Blissfully we are captured
In love’s divine. Sights unseen
Ascending to a ubiquitous level
Between King and Queen
We reign supreme in our Eden
The same is our sanctum.
Flowing in vibrating pulses
We implode through seducing gazes darkly
And rippling caresses charming
With exquisite kisses exploding
In splendid deeds buried in seeds
Planted eons ago.
We loved each other eons ago
The same is here and now.
Evermore alighted passions soar
Beyond to transcendence
To share and give unbridled
In unconditional terms,
Even life for life.
My dearly beloved forever
All of me is yours to have and hold
Beyond fretted sheets, starry skies
And Valentine nights

Original. 2017.

In Moments Mundane


In Moments Mundane
By Te’Kia Miller 


Thought I was in a world
Alone as solitary
Freely dancing in rhythms
Only my soul knows
From music floating in ribbons
And choruses of R&B melodies
When his slight touch apprehended me
His being sliding up behind me
In perfect time to beats
Our hearts know well
As we dance embraced in rhythm
We keep each other expertly
Even in moments thought mundane
Our attraction knows no bounds



Original. 2017. 2/7/2017.


The Breakdown Poem

Poetry was something that didn’t come naturally. I wasn’t interested in writing it, much less reading it. Somehow or another I’ve come to love poetry as well as writing it. I have and continue to write on a range of subjects. With each piece I try to make it different, especially when writing on the same subject. However, I realize that I do favor certain words, phrases and images in my poetry within each subject.

Because of these favoritisms I sometimes like to breakdown the elements of a particular poem I have in mind to write. Breaking down a poem helps me to: see each part individually, focus on the message and/or image I want to convey, decide which parts to elevate and how to elevate them, and critically think about the poem as a whole.

Doing this also forces me to think about my word choice and decide if I should use a synonym versus the actual word or create my own using imagery instead. I try to show rather than tell in my poetry. Showing instead of telling is something I read a lot about on writing novels and short stories. I try to make the same balance in my poetry.

Dissecting the poem before writing it helps me to find the words and phrases that will help me to show instead of tell. I find that certain words spark an image. If those imagery words can be joined with words that trigger the senses, I think it strikes the right tone for the poet. I’m not a student of poetry in the formal sense so this is pretty much my observation from my own experience in self-study, writing, and opinion.

Why am I writing about this you ask?

Because I have a Valentine’s Day poem waiting to be posted. I used this method for the piece that will appear on the 14th. I’ve also used this breakdown method in the past to help others write their own poem.

This breakdown method is a great way for the poet to focus their thoughts and map a way from beginning to end of a poem. Again, my opinion and it works for me. There’s no structured way to break the poem down. It’s basically just jotting down notes and connecting similar ideas to one another. It’s in the associations and connections of this information where I find my poem.

What works for you?




Only a Figment of Friendship


Only a Figment of Friendship

By Te’Kia Miller

I have missed you precious friend
Though… I thought I heard
Your voice whispered in the wind.
Must have been only a figment.
Just like times when we splashed
And splayed in pools of the sun
We were hyenas in the streets
Or horses running wildly even,
Galloping on spoke wheels of ten-speeds.
Must have all been a figment.
We translated stars into dreams
Stitching realities in this surreality
And empires raised before our eyes
Gave us exponential possibilities;
We did believe once.
Must have all been a figment.
Taking on new constructs
We live in time lost and expanse of distance,
Trying hard not to reminisce
All those figments.
Still there is something real
Pulling through the space life made
Keeping us tied at the soul,
Or, maybe…
It was all just a figment
Of imaginations conjuring.

Original. 2016.



When I write my characters, voice is something I’m not really thinking about at first. Anytime I start writing a novel or short story, voice is something that I’m not concerned about. I probably should be, but I’m not. I really didn’t know how undisciplined I was in this aspect (and probably manner others) until my friend asked me about it. As with many questions he asks me when inquiring about my writing process, I had to actually think about this aspect. I realized it wasn’t something that I put much thought into.

With that revelation I had to think about why. Why don’t I carve out a voice for this character or for this story as a whole? When thinking about it then and even now at this writing, I would have to say that I always thought that voice would come naturally. See, in case my dear readers, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little haphazard in my writing process. There is no method I use to writing what I write. When something comes to me, whether it is character, setting, story, plot, etc. I simply write it. I don’t try to tame it, shape it, sand it, reshape it. It is what it is how it is. When I do my editing and revisions, it’s not geared toward voice. It’s more tightening up sentences, cutting extra words, grammar, looking at details of the world building, adding little character quirks and that sort.

I don’t know about other writers but for me if I write it the way it comes to me, it’ll come across the way it’s supposed to. While I do read advice from other published authors or industry folk, I don’t let it get in the way of how I write. I simply cannot allow that to happen. The minute I start trying to follow in the footsteps of someone else, I am trying to be like them. The problem is that I’m not them and they are not me. While some advice may be okay to follow by the book, most of it I take with a grain of salt and keep moving.

No one can tell me how to write what I’m writing. Unless they are spoon feeding me the words instead of my muse guiding me, no one can. The only person who can write what it is you want to write, is you. Why do you think it was given to you?

Voice for me comes with the words and how they are coming to me. I try to write in that exact way so that it comes through authentically. Poetry is the same way. If I feel a line break should be here and not there for the full force of what I’m conveying, then that’s where it’ll be whether someone else likes it or not. I wrote what I wrote the way I wrote it for a reason. I imagine this is the same for most if not all writers. We write the way we write for a reason. If it was supposed to be written another way, I would have done it that way.

Voice for my characters is again the same. If they use slang, they just use slang. Period. Sometimes they might use a lot of slang. Sometimes they use proper English and sometimes they use a mix of both. They may have an accent or may not. In the case of accents, I will let the reader know what kind, if any, accent this character has the first time they speak. If at anytime the voice doesn’t feel natural to the character then I didn’t write it correctly and I need to change it.

All in all, voice is not something I worry about. It’s not because I don’t care about voice. It just seems to me to be something that would and does (at least for me) come naturally with the words I’m writing.