In the summer of 1986 I joined the United States Army Reserve. I was 19 years old and had no inkling of the nature of
Remembering Her Through Streams of Words I’ve always felt that I, human, am frighteningly small and whatever this is that we exist within is big,
The snow covered my soul just as much as it covered the porch. They both were cold, one to the touch, the other to the
i am more than the words i speak or write. more than what you see. i am the unseen and unheard ends of the spectrum.
Mighty Voices Rise I don’t give two damns about “hate speech” against me, a brown woman. Not two. I have a mighty voice and know
i hide inside myself, in the dark corners of memory, in the light of a thousand what-could-have-beens.
The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to see if being human was
In the space of memory resides the fence we stand atop, teetering on the edge between hard ground and water. In that space we remember
Your lies won’t save you from death. You will die anyway. Death is the great truth teller. When it comes, all you will know in
I do not celebrate culture created holidays. None of them. I celebrate each day, all 365 of them, and find ways to make them beautiful
If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you
One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He
Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.
i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never
My DNA has warned me that if I keep on with this nonsense about growing out my natural hair without locs, there will be hell to pay. I get death threat-like whispers from my cells that I need to restart my locs, or else. This is a trying time, when the body actively participates in…
I no longer remember who I am, nor why I am. Inside this foreign skin I breathe. I inhale the world I’ve wished for in
Last semester. I need to get through this. Can’t let illness stop me. Whatever lives, breathes, thinks, intervenes, loves, sees…. …ancestors, alien overlords, yoruba deities,
There is nothing here. Only waves of memories folding over unrelenting experiences. I will no longer question my thoughts, but instead, carve question marks into
I’ve been away for the last two weeks. My vow to write daily has been broken by debilitating illness. You see, I was poisoned by