Belonging

I don’t think there is anyone who doesn’t want to belong to something or somebody.  Not ownership belong to but be a part of belong to. Even me.  I say even me because I’m a natural, albeit ironic, loner.  Ironic because I’m a twin and we make two of five sisters.  Ironic still because there [...]

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Protected: When you too bougie for GoFundMe

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It’s Better Out Than In

Talking to myself--especially when it becomes a lot of talk all of a sudden, always tells me there is something I'm trying to work out of my brain and especially out of my body. It's interesting that I haven't been able to run lately, one of my choice ways of working stuff out of my mind and body.

Ballad of Bridges (NaPoWriMo 6/30)

Ballad of Bridges Each one was familiar yet its peril new and desperate over water not deep enough to account for believing more in visions of mangle and gore only visions, after all, amalgamating into fear. The subconscious is always painting its face in Imagination and Doubt. So if I've crossed bridges before in the sullenness of day's brooding; wearing the [...]

Body Talk

The training, racing, and creative process...is a triumph over the physical and psychic conditions just outside the parameters of control which would censor and stilt performance.

Breathing Lessons’ Growing Pains

...common roles illustrate how Black women, and their sexuality, have often been synonymous with deviance. And reclaiming, repackaging, and/or discarding the roles has given women agency; a control denied the Good Girl who is essentially invisible. She needs that.

50 Books I’ve Loved (in no particular order)

1.  Browngirl, Brownstones – Paule Marshall 2.  A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith 3.  Segu – Maryse Conde 4.  The Secret of Gumbo Grove – Eleanora Tate 5.  No Easy Place To Be – Steven Corbin 6.  Long Distance Life – Marita Golden 7.  Sweet Whispers Brother Rush – Virginia Hamilton 8.  Assata [...]

[vintage UtR] Between the Lines

Trust me, I am not hiding anything in my art, my writing most specifically, any more than when it was layered in imagery. It is all there. Pause in the white space and you’ll see that you get it after all. Okay so maybe I would rather people not pause because that art is my heart and soul on Front Street