I like my mens like I like my tea:
Hot for my lips and strong. Deep. Earthy,
Not too sweet!
Granny says she like her mens like solid wood:
Gnarly, with a distinct aroma.
Worth more dead than alive!
Truth is, my men are like my tea:
Too hot, I have to blow it to get anything out of it, and
Kristin Currin is a mindful spirit swimming in metaphysical pools with faith as her compass. Kristin’s cover: a 30s-something Cinderella breadwinner of biracial blended family. She’s published in California’s Best Emerging Poets: An Anthology. Kristin’s poetry expounds upon minutiae in nature; emotional abuse inside marriage; the contrast of reverent faith and sensuality; and the irony of a ‘woke’ black woman living in Southern California.