Wanting Crystal

…It, this thing, had so much promise such newness. It tasted like wind, like cool water, I felt it land on me like sun rays.

Sweet Sadness

Loving someone is both sacred and vile. Vile because it, the thing we cannot name, becomes something that binds us in light and darkness; surely will grow or change while it creeps into some dark, rusty, abandoned place, through circumstance, non-believing, or some other form of organic drizzling. Like a remnant memory from one of…

Blackness as Sunrise, Slurps, and Love.

I write about my blackness as a meditative practice.  A means of survival and celebration. To bring the foundational elements of myself, up and out, like water from a lawn sprinkler.  A blackness that disappears if you try to possess it, one that sits on your window sill like a quizzical sparrow.  A blackness that…

On Corrosion

This seems to me like the season of corrosion. Where all we know and what we thought we wanted to know, seeps next to us, first as light and then as this entity that we discover as corrosive. Corrosive elements are dangerous things, they burn, they twist, they smoke, and then at times, burst into flames….

All That You Know

What you feel inside is knowledge. Your body knows. Your heart knows. Your mind knows. Let all that you know become part of your faith.  

time for love

like everything we search for and every thing we need. we find a way through the door hoping love will seed.   through every moment of regret and every wonder why. we take this thing we can’t forget and seek the rising tide.   for every moment that we take for every heart we give never…

In this place, a window

4/18/2016   Here in this place of quiet solitude, where feelings swirl and pity tries to take hold. I reject it, all of it. Not just the jagged sharp edges, but the smooth sublime pieces that hide in the corner of my being.   The sticky warm and things that feel like something but are…

Your Soul Is Plentiful

Our soul is a magnificent force connected to the universe and it replenishes.  Now, don’t get me wrong the soul has a spirit that can get really tired but that is not the soul.  The soul is that loving presence, some refer to it as a higher power, and others call it divine and holy,…

Hallow Freedom

Within the heart there is a little flame. Some call it desire, while others call it pain. It rushes in and claims a being. Whimpering eyes, freedom is bleeding.   And this my wanting, frail and done. Claiming wholeness, one by one. Searching for the smallest things. Wondering how I found these rings.   But…

You Black, sing like you mean it.

The stream of all of it was there. Flowing like a stream or perhaps the tears of my inner goddess, forbidden, cryptic, yet flowing with healing energy. I ran naked through the woods. Was I free? Were there dogs barking? Was the crackling underneath my feet my own. Or were they slave catchers?  Slave catchers….

I felt it closing.

One. I run to the things that are familiar, particularly when the gears of my emotional life come to a halt. And the pain is deep and searing. In this case it is words and fragmented images that haunt me. I still see the slumped body of Renisha McBride as she lay lifeless, in blood, dead…