come to me with something more than your woes so this heart too can breathe

I refuse to be disciplined, you know what I mean: fixing myself in nitpicky niches of sociology, anthropology, psychology, history and...

I am the through-farer. I make things out of no-thing, sense out of none-sense, ways out of no-way & I-am-possible out of the impossible....

Today I find myself reflecting on some notes that I scribbled down, six years ago, in a rage about my “invisibility blues”, to coin an...

It was foretold by the Oracle that the dark days would come, when we—the Abassa sentinels—would have to lay down our glorious wings in...

Dimelda stood over the now tepid Aga cooker, staring blindly as the ladle rose effortlessly. It was forgotten, floating in a frothing...

I am my own symphony pitched into a chorus of likeminded, you, scattered across the globe. It is with you that I take each small step in...

No one wants to hear my truth. Not even myself, as I wallow in it’s a pity, self-pity: Should I pity party or pity anyone who doubts my...

The dimly lit interior beckoned approvingly. Soft music, soft light. At the bar, Berto was efficient as ever, gliding gracefully to every...

Look at me! Look at me! I may not be quint-essential beautiful but please do look at me w/ this hair that surely defies your gravity and...

I feel unhinged, adrift, cast out into a certain sea of surety, set loose to be lost in place— in one set place of rest, where I rest,...

So tonight, I’ll feel your pain resonate w/ mine from 4gotten days when I too really needed 2 jump off. But couldn’t, while you just did....

It was cleaning day at the Fossil’s mansion and this was never a simple or easy affair. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything, got...

This is Us: a brilliance of baffling biology - concrete shells replete w/ sparkling souls. This is Us: a massive miraculous mess of sizes...

The sand was almost warm, as it furled around Abena-Izaura’s toes – while its slightly abrasive essence buffed her tender soles. The...

REALITY CHECK. Always know that what you see and do is not real, in the sense that it is in fact a social construct. This means, there...

So much Love in the world lost to Black Lives that matter. Lest you 4get, we are in this inhumane mess 2gether w/ a common disdain...

Words stick in my throat, so narrow, fallow lying lined in my gullet unsaid and unsound unfound on any page known to both you and I....

Learning is not something that happens in parenthesis; something you bookend between your head, four walls, a class period, a school...

Lucinda's face was nothing to write home about. In fact if you were to hear it said--by the townsfolk--she had a visage that would not...