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 →

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 →

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 →

Whimsical laughter consumed our front yard as we discovered how daffodils danced in the wind. Glided as high as our dreams, tangible shortly before they wiggled through our fingers. Fingers that would point to the “V” birds in the sky, leaving but never really gone. Never truly missed because we all knew they’d be back. … Continue reading Autumn →

The first thing I can remember is numbness. The sizzle the flat iron made when it pressed down on my hair. Burnt hair smell wavered in the living room as Momma desperately tried to make my afro presentable. A dissolution of my identity also hung in the air, but I wouldn’t really smell that until … Continue reading Autobiography after Margaret Atwood →