Diamonds clear burn the suns view and she’s off to 5th Avenue, shopping.
Hide green under sofas at the neighbor’s.
Still yet, we should say the mall has relocated to Jupiter.
I don’t know if she understands our directions.
Well, look at how she allows the moon to stalk her windows without shades up or down.
That star dweller is using birds to leave tweets, hinting about the latest jewels.
How can I live without her day long interference within my timing?
Please, keep me posted.
She didn’t buy that at Harry Winston’s.
What comes over that girl? Greedley orders chicken double dipped just when the Marsalis Family gathers Night Fever.
Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter
Don’t allow her to sit for any amount of time.
Sticky sweet tea and chocolate cake covers the new upholstery and seconds freshly lick plates crowding the back two rows.
Theatre rats want everything. Do you see how they parked Lady Liberty in the Hudson? She will not place one toe on Manhattan until every person there can earn very good food beyond paper plated grease without door service.
Mad writer in the place.
Look, the owner’s hat is on me when youth emerges — lights, action, fashion!
You are beautiful in MATT BERNSON | Tribeca.
Pencil in opportunity next.
PEACE & LOVE
Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter @mamiesshosho sheltered in Alfani and Lane Bryant.
Photo credit: Michla, Fashion Institute of Technology student inside Matt Bernson, Tribeca Boutique.
In my home, but outside all the same. Cold air sneezes and wandering children knowing warmth is just where they left it. Can comfort cuddle up by faucets running full on soured milk and penny cookies? The dogs just want a little more compassion than what is shared ordinarily. Do not watch crime shows or horror stories to the degree of muddying up tomorrow. Acting without a union card or talent is doing a job inside skirts edging through caked slime. It’s how you know when you are outside, nothing matters more than getting in.
Photos: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter, Union Square
Clearly beautiful, tomorrow is the day. Prepare for glittering paper, wrapping dreams of blue around pearl brilliant skies.
A job offer for Kimberly in a Kiyonna dress.
Have you visited Harlem this year?
Come for food, seeing with beautiful arms outstretched just waiting to embrace with friendly smiles and stimulating conversation. Not everyone has their name emblazoned on a building, but those that do are stalwart, heavy weights worth a flight up or down to see what all the commotion is about. The word about Harlem is and always has been to keep her beautiful. So bring your sweet self here.
Oh, and don’t be so nosy that you sneak too many peeks at the monumental family outside Harlem Hospital on Lenox. They saw you. Yeah…that was you looking at a healthy black family.
They are beautiful.
Visit twice, and then decide to remain among the good people here.
Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter. Miss Nova Ford of Harlem.
Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter. Black Art by Ron.
Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.
Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. on my mind.
Just in, and what can I have from this place?
Labels from yesterday on boxes of old news and trinkets. Sustain me with color on terms agreeable to everyone’s health.
Hey, I like that.
Days ache with activity needing more heat, extra push.
You may have all you wish.
Love yourself like that. Like that. Like that!
Photo by Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter
Photo: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter and Imagined Treasure
I wrote to you when I thought spare and clean could help restore a measure recognizable to one who cares. Invisible ink and tears blowing up snot in certain circles to redbrick flour lining my steps and Daddy reeled because he knew. I wrote and millers mud cake tainted boots, booked me on hot flights from that hell. I wrote on crossed knee, engines swirling sciatically inferior, but I knew. Dr. Angelou I licked greens in the forest, four years before I knew your light crackled creeks to swell heightening degrees.
Go. Do not miss anyone else.