Celebrity deaths tend to be straightforward news for me, easy enough to accept, even when I’m an admirer of the star in question. What ends befall the famous rarely wound or trouble me much at all. When someone I admire disappears from this life, my internal monologue peacefully rambles: A person succeeded, impacted, inspired, created […]Read More Pain // Power // Protest II
It is terror to say it out loud. Fear to admit the true want that drives it all, that circles the heart and tickles the brain. Why? Some days it all seems so damn impossible. So silly. I can’t be the one, surely I don’t deserve it, can’t do it. No way nohow as a […]Read More The Ask.
Women know well the body’s intellect. We understand early our rhythm is bound to the sway of the planet and its moon. My faulty clock holds its breath, then releases all at once. It emphasizes my separation from the world, tells me I am a being offbeat. Still I wind up, I tick, exhale […]Read More Pray for Blood.
I come into this world as I am. In the dream, the love I mine is never enough. A woman I love attaches my name to disaster. To ugly things that crawl and poison her. For years I tell her the spelling of my name, but her language has no space for me. The woman […]Read More Presence.
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