When I open my phone and see the news, I always see something, something about the Black man and how he is being oppressed, but what about the Black woman?
Read moreTime Sits Beside Me, A Poem
Every time that I am with you, I can stop the hour and minute hand. To hold yours.
Read moreWeekly Haiku: Cut My Hair
The start of a new series showcasing weekly haikus. Submissions welcome!
Read moreYes, I Probably Peaked in High School; An Essay
There is something so powerful about feeling this free on the property of a place that was the focal point of our lives for four years.
Read morePieces of the Past, A Poem
I store my memories away in a box in my mind
Read moreNameless, A Poem
When feelings do not have a name, what do they become?
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