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…

Loving Blackness, Holding Global Space

“We begin by holding space for us to heal from the trauma and terror caused by these systems. We begin by holding space for the imagination to conjure up a different world, where we can invest in preventative measures …”