grasping dreams

“So it is better to speak

remembering

we were never meant to

survive.”

— Audre Lorde

Aubade

My lips are the sweetest when the rooster crows. I begin drinking hot tea with Honey, at my hip, A mellow pair usually enjoyed head tilted. Eyes closed savoring this bliss often polluted with censorship. I begin drinking hot tea with honey at my hip. Produce waits to be served over rhythm and yawns. Savoring … Continue reading Aubade

There Will Be Horses On My Farm

What usually wakes you up? Cold lemon water with honey for me.  The sound of hoofs against halomorphic soil is a close second though.  There’s a trail crawling through our pasture. Nonlinear. Discombobulated at frail sections but never for too long. “I want to be as close as humanly possible with you,” says the path … Continue reading There Will Be Horses On My Farm

Litany for Yemaya’s Love

My mother never took me to the shore. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. She only yielded to water behind closed doors. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark emotions. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. Our house had this heavy humid southern air. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark … Continue reading Litany for Yemaya’s Love

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