I need to stop crying at work– but God, I’ve been so emotionally preoccupied. As soon as my manager started talking I immediately thought this is another conversation about failure it’s one I’m having with someone else. My manager thought I was hungover from the night before, because my eyes were puffy and like clockwork…
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Letters and Laundry
The house is untidy, My mind is a scattered mess. So I put the sheets to soak And my thoughts to rest.
Excerpts from: The Table Called “cAfrica.”
I went to a high school that changed my life. And while I pride myself on living in hyperbole that statement is the truest of my many exaggerations. I went to a high school that changed my life for many reasons: I had two teachers–Mrs. M and Mr. G–who taught me to both get my…
hiatus III
I disappeared for a moment, didn’t I? I’m not sure what difference it’ll make if I say sorry, so I won’t do that. Although I haven’t been posting characters or new blog posts that doesn’t mean I’m not working on new things.But, I’m back… sort of. I’m currently curating and writing for an upcoming exhibition…
Budding with potential, yet so reluctant to leave home.
Me when I can’t find a hair tie.
Me curating 7 shows and trying to make time for your funeral.
Haunted House: The Transcript
Haunted House I revisited the house my father haunts, Empty and hot- heavy with loss— Filled with old air and hollowness. My hand held a light over my head While the other ran across cold concrete And the walls of the robbed rooms, Where furniture once was. I pressed my lips-sucked the flesh within my…
