


Poem #16: Phantom Genetics
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...

Me & the FIYAH Poster
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

New Tarot/Oracle Deck Babies
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...
Poem #15: We Were Nameless Children
As children, we were cursed beneath the oak tree off Dandridge Avenue we forgot our names & everyone else forgot them too Our mothers...

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

2021 Wrap-Up
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...

My Year in Books, 2021
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...
Micro Story #7: I Am Not a Tablerapper
The 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 Wolves
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...
Poem #12: Gothic Honey
There 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 Care
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...
Poem #10: September, September
I have a saying that September begins when October ends, or maybe it’s October lives inside September. I’ve always thought of September...