On my way home I watch the water; The rain patters against the shore, And a grey-blue haze erupts, Like a heavy-set cloud seeking friends. Quickly the creature engulfs the land, Consuming buildings which fade As if towering to heaven, And dismembering trees To branchless stumps Inconsiderately cut too high up. The spot before me... Continue Reading →
4.20.18
I wake up late. Change into an all black outfit, slap sunscreen on my face and wrap an emerald scarf around my neck. My first bus is late-- but it's always late and I've made it a habit of catching the one at 7:44am knowing it will arrive at 7:57am. I run out my house... Continue Reading →
4.19.18
Two little girls on the bus had a fight. I catch only the end of it As I take my seat in the back. They fall silent after the last hurtful word is thrown, But stay seated next to each other. Three stops pass and the one in brown prepares herself to get off. Though,... Continue Reading →
03.14.18
I'm attracted to people who drain the life from me, either as a result of lack of maturity or ambition.
Home II
When it rains my shoulders sting: Sometimes even before the drops hit the ground. My bones can tell when the sky is grey, and when the rain is coming. My body knows this land and my skin reacts when I leave. Hives cover my body and my sleep pattern is no pattern at all. A... Continue Reading →
Aug 23, 2017
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 