Julia KwamyaThe Baptism on the MediterraneanI finally let myself go. There’s no other way to enter the sea. You have to be totally in, no pussy footing, no baby steps. The catamaran…Jul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021
Julia KwamyainBlack Girl On MarsOut here, alone.I’m tired of surviving. I want to live. I want to shake my hands to the heavens and laugh in the face of anyone who dares to look. I want…May 31, 2020May 31, 2020
Julia KwamyaWe’ve Only Just Begun (07/06/19)All of my favorite musicians are dying this year. At the rate we’re going I’ll never have anything new to listen to ever again. That would…Dec 1, 2019Dec 1, 2019
Julia KwamyaLeaving WaverlyThe gates closed and relief entered her war torn frame the day she walked away from Waverly. She said “see you later” to the Swedish man…Dec 1, 2019Dec 1, 2019
Julia KwamyaWhat Am I Doing with my life? Like Really?My brain is pregnant with thoughts of self doubt and destruction; I am usually able to give birth to a new creative endeavor in this state…Apr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Julia KwamyaThe Bag ManIt’s about 35 degrees Celsius outside, far too hot for any human to sit on a concrete bench, unprotected by the verdurous foliage in…Oct 5, 2018Oct 5, 2018