Poem #17: libra star-jumperlibra libra, spongy and harmonious somehow i am caught between purply-plum & inky-emerald stars dance across my desk planets hum at my...
Poem #16: Phantom GeneticsMy grandmother was light-skinned she came from a pack of godly men and women in Georgia, but she always held her spine like grandmothers...
Me & the FIYAH PosterMy poem 'The Deathing Room' is featured in the April 2022 issue of FIYAH Magazine. Here I am, holding a poster of the cover :D
New Tarot/Oracle Deck BabiesI got some new babies. Links at the bottom of the page. Some of these were presents to celebrate my first publication, others I got while...
Poem #15: We Were Nameless ChildrenAs children, we were cursed beneath the oak tree off Dandridge Avenue we forgot our names & everyone else forgot them too Our mothers...
Project PipelineFeaturing me, last summer :) My process for novels goes like this: Blurb *, Synopsis **, First 3 chapters ***.
Iker Tarot #3: Mind, Body, Spirit (January 2022)I usually share the pictures of my readings, but I forgot! So, enjoy snapshots from labyrinthos (which you should check out anyways tbh)....
Poem #14: happy new yearsi would never tell you to forget your wounds stardust is many things but it is not unwounded we are not storyless, challengeless,...
2021 Wrap-UpI'm currently on vacation outside my hometown. It's late December and I'm feeling that uncomfortable yearning I feel at the end of every...
My Year in Books, 2021I read some really cool books this year. And some that weren’t written for me. Either way, I read 24! 2021 was a complicated year, so I’m...
Micro Story #7: I Am Not a TablerapperThe handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...
Poem #13: Giant Like WolvesI did not know I hadn't experienced Death as an adult until it happened. How can that be? When Death stole my lungs, breathing became...
Poem #12: Gothic HoneyThere is never enough sweetness on the tongues of weapons They walk around march around skip around as if their bitterness won’t kill...
Micro Story #8: Deserving I sit on my living room floor surrounded by clear glasses of water. They sparkle against the show the sunrise plays for us. My mouth goes...
Poem #11: The Bones Don't Carethere’s a charnel house at the back of my property I go there to sing to the bones my melodies are ghastly, sorrowful ruinous, but the...