It calls to me through Vibrations in my body Tribal house beats The seduction of Southern African saxophones The ba-doom bap of the new age cool kids My bone marrow recognises rhythm Like an intimate lover Like the voice of a mother And when she calls Dance is release Dance is arrival Home.Read More Home
mama. never told me. of the darkness. that comes in waves. (invisible) god breaks. my ribs. exposed. (red) sunshine glitters. at an angle. off brown skin. (glory) blinds. white ladies. next to me. on the train. (ugly) pills. jangle. in my purse. (therapy) one to feel. alive. one to guide. me to sleep. (suicide) to love me. […]Read More Tears Seep through the Seat to the Tracks.
she is a blinking red light. a siren, wailing in the distance, getting closer and closer, scratching at your eardrums, deafening with its demand for your attention, she is a bottomless lake. she will pull you in, warm and full, and down down drown you in the depths of deep blue waters, she is soil infertile. […]Read More The Unlovable Black Woman – A Fable.
1. Grey walls fold inwards like lotus flower petals, Pure. With that white-tinged face stroking your chin free of Traces of your glory, like you don’t have the right to be That full of light, Dread seeps in through cracks left under palm prints, Unnatural in their directionless swooping and abrupt ends, Arid air goes […]Read More Dysmorphia
ruby stains and cracks in thin vessels blood circling rims atoms joining lip to tip do you like your wine as strong as me deep red deep deep ocean seas never ending her shores too far her waves too choppy to sit through bitter on the teeth burning life into cold hardness a hard kind of […]Read More You Only Drink Cocktails