Selected works of a mind abuzz.
I want to name my child,Black haired, brown cheeked, white palmed,To not bendTo the white man’s tongueIts sounds rooted to the earthIt was born on, strangeTo the white man’s ear
Now and then-I feel nostalgia for all the cities I’ve beenFor a day, a month, a yearningAs if for a home that never wasI feel a…
I’ve heard grief is like scrubbing Glitter off your skin, it’s million tiny pieces
‘Gram Jam
I read a book todayIt was pretty great(click)I watched a tv show I went on a date. (click)
I did not do much todayBut I did it wellPut on fairy lights, arranged my foodTo look…
Happy place
What could be a happy place
That guarantees some peace, solace
A spot, a chair, a nook, a face?
A short affair, a warm embrace?
A bitter pill to take, with grace: