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
Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Expectation. I am sometimes filled to overflowing with a cauldron of expectations. Ideas
The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that I am. They thin, inch by inch, but strengthen, holding
i am split apart, opened wide like the Nile and equally as filled with memories of life and death and history flowing through ancient cities.
I have lost the words, their life force spilling at my feet after slipping through disconsolate fingers. The letters tumble and roll, trying to find
Good day folks. For those who are unaware, I am also a website and graphic designer. Below is my latest creation, a movie poster; my
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
I have an edible lover. We intertwine, this lover and I. We meld and spill like a waterfall into each other. We become…
Writing Prompt: Chaotic Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The world seems to be spinning out of control. Chaotic systems that
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
I look back on my days in the United States Army and remember what so many of us women went through during basic training and AIT. Our basic training was during the height of the summer; we carried rucksacks and tall black weapons, wore black leather boots that initially were too heavy and camouflage uniforms too…
i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will
Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped
inside this brown skin is the divine existence of mysterious cosmic forces. i am starseed.
I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.
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
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