Theodore Mosley was born in Hopkins, South Carolina and raised in the South Bronx, New York. He now resides in San Diego, CA, with his wife and children and holds an Associate of Arts degree in Business Administration.
A prolific and brilliant rising author and poet, Mosley has been writing for many years of his adult life. Only recently in the past year has his creative relationship with the pen moved to a higher plateau. In February 2018, Theodore published his first book with Outskirts Press. “Your Secrets My Lies” is a fast-moving dramatic novel that examines the maze of possibilities that can exist between people, who hold deep secrets, harbor lies as reality, and battle the freak nature of the darkness that lurks within.
Theodore Mosley’s gift of writing displays itself profoundly within the vivid pictures he paints in each of his original works. No subject is taboo or off limits to his probing, sometimes challenging, imagination that ranges from the power of love and nature to the personal struggles of relationships of injustice. All of his writings are encased by his great love for God and his desire for spiritual growth and development.
In addition to being a first-time author, to date, Theodore has shared his poetic works in forums such as " The Upstart Crow Bookstore & Coffee House" San Diego, CA, online magazines “Black Star News” New York, NY, “The Chocolate Voice" Chula Vista, CA, and " Ujima Magazine” Austin, TX. He has also written poems for his workplace group, “African American Association of County Employees”, aka AAACE.
Theodore attends the Full Gospel Church of God In Christ located in San Diego, CA where he is an ordained minister, willingly serving as God allows. He attributes all of his gifts and talents to the God that he loves and serves, and looks forward to achieving greater literary heights.
I CAN'T BREATHE
My life is not mine to sojourn with others, as I live within my corridors of hatred.
I hear the silent thoughts of others, with temptations of actions that burn their desires.
IMITATION OF LIFE
Walking in the wilderness of sin, the rivers of unbelief become the foundation of mortal graves as they fed their flesh of tomorrow.
TREES DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
At the dawning of time we look and find creation on the eyes of the creator.
The seas and the mountains are waking to the touch of smiles coming from heaven.
We see the trees dancing in the moonlight and the stars begin to explore darkness for resting.
WHERE ARE WE HEADED
The footnotes of the fields have taught us nothing as we wake up in the dawn of the morning.
We were a people of kings and queens and our heritage was our proclamation of time.
Forsaken in time we bled on the fields of cotton and on the monastery of waves of distant lands.