No words fill me to the brim I'm . dr . ow . ni . ng . nothing to say, or do, or see me unable to write in this world, so devoid of...

My prep’s in step lesson joint on point kids in let’s spin. I’m fly, know why! But wait a spate no glee I see. Boriiiiiiiiiiing and there...

What do I really want – but 2 descend into despair that no there where weary hearts sip comfort from I don’t care laid bare as—I swear— e...

I search far and wide yet know not what to seek. I adhere to no one yet embrace all close to me. I BE.long to no family no society no...

It is Not OK in this land of dodge but 1st take someone’s last & un-deliver promises made beneath the line of always looking 4 such low...

“Je préfère mourir sur la mer que de voir ma mère pleurer (I prefer to die at sea than see my mother cry)”. —a contemporary Ivorian...

Must I find fine words to be of value on this earth? Must I be of light-foot and nimble fingers for you to know my worth? Is there no...

The answers are not out there ever, cast out far far beyond your reach. The answers are seated w/in the confines of you, questioning, as...

If I had wings of a dove, I would fly away surrender this lackluster existence where talent flees me unused unwanted undisciplined in a...

It’s a world: a whole wide one. Yet we pitch our place in pale imitations of life— in so many (i’m)material fabrications of who knows who...

“I try to make myself small so they leave me alone, Sometimes, I get depressed and I stay at home. Some say that we’re making too big of...

For whom do we speak? To whom? Through whom? By whose authority, if there is any? And when we do speak—whisper, scream, lament, whimper,...

As the WORLD churns so must our stomachs for WE are LOST in (deep) space this no place to hide— PROGRESS is failing as the world churns...

I am Akosua child of the sun stardust spun up into my soul. You may call me Awusi, for I fly high wings unsinged by such sheer emanation....

Today, in silence, I was riffing on how lucky I have been to draw so many good people into my life (and vice versa); then, I realized I...

Woke up this morning wondering whether one can meditate while asleep, because I dreamt (or perhaps actually experienced) a moment when I...

I am Moyocoyotzin she who creates herself out of no way & know-how into no-thing as I am

I am both, and neither this nor that.

“Right now, in Ghana, it’s no longer who you know; it’s who knows you” —Fatahyia Sumaila[1] What I wish to share with you, today, is more...

The truth is I write because I want to transform reality, both mine and yours. I wish to shift us into another kind of being in this...