My grandmother was light-skinned she came from a pack of godly men and women in Georgia, but she always held her spine like grandmothers...

My poem 'The Deathing Room' is featured in the April 2022 issue of FIYAH Magazine. Here I am, holding a poster of the cover :D

I 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...

As children, we were cursed beneath the oak tree off Dandridge Avenue we forgot our names & everyone else forgot them too Our mothers...

I usually share the pictures of my readings, but I forgot! So, enjoy snapshots from labyrinthos (which you should check out anyways tbh)....

i would never tell you to forget your wounds stardust is many things but it is not unwounded we are not storyless, challengeless,...

I'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...

I 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...

The handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...

I 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...

There is never enough sweetness on the tongues of weapons They walk around march around skip around as if their bitterness won’t kill...

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...

there’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...

I have a saying that September begins when October ends, or maybe it’s October lives inside September. I’ve always thought of September...