the good days

let me tell you about the good days   on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I’m smiling I’m happy and love the images reflected back at me.   on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that…

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the inner workings of magic

of the magic of self love and solitude

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-the elusive healing power of vitamin d

I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her…

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not tonight

sometimes when I see you smile i imagine that it is me you smile for i like to see the small crease on the left side of your lip and there my eyes often linger when you’re unaware i have dreamt of that fold of your honeyed skin sometimes I think you see me- seeing…

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the heart’s letter

from my heart I wrote you this letter from this letter I wrote you my heart say you love me, love you and I are all tumescence scented roses echoing chambers the heartbeat of the violin in a mournful melody say you love me, love you and I are soaring birds reaching breathing and floating…

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the hard children

the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over feeling and being the world is a hard place so we raise hard children and so the cycle of the hard world continues perhaps we…

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waking up to myself

I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it…

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the obscure hall and its hollow walls

I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can’t see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through…

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