My dragon sleeps with her head on my king bed Her body rests on the floor while her rather Long tail wanders out the window to the brook   She will not offer her name so I call her Dragon Hoping she is not offended…

Deserving of love, A rightful passage in life, I’m worthy of love.

Hour 1 Phoenicia:  Ancestor to the Phoenix of the Rising Sun   To embody a mythical creature who would it be? One who lived in cycles of 500 years… witnessing the brutality of slavery and the birth of a nation once born free. She with…

Seeing God through a Brother Everyone has a name for hunger in his mother’s tongue. My Asian friend asked me in a chat what it’s called. I typed ‘ebi.’ He sent a voice note and distorted the pronunciation to mean vomit. It was normal for…

Summer Solstice 2021 By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 7) The grass welcomes me Standing barefooted  Rooted firmly A Earthly connection Eyes closed  Warmth consumes me The sun beaming  Smiling at the sky because it’s her season She embraces me Coloring my skin golden Welcome back Summer

We are going to the Promiseland but Eli’s not invited. You’ll be gutted to know, you’ve went into battle for nothing and now all of your wounds are salt-soaked with his crocodile tears. You wear the disguise of a wise woman, someone sewn shut, acquiescent,…

The new normal we got isn’t what I’d envisioned. There are still racist systems that have kept us imprisoned by denial and lies –a history’s retelling, a prettier story’s been told, but I won’t buy what they’re selling. I won’t turn a blind eye to…

I Only Want What I Cannot Touch   The word normal hovers outside of the unexpected, that is to say  that it exists outside of life itself. Normal is the fantasy  you created in your Barbie dream house. It is milk that still tastes the…

A Ravenous Rond de Jambe   Our collective conscious sweetly plagued in agreement, Her resolve at style over fleeting fatality, Pleasant in the thoughts of which, For now, the hunt commences, A body torn asunder, By one’s own hand, A true Volta.   Now we…

I hear it all the time. Bequeathed with a lone adage, it appears out of nowhere, melting the arched eyebrows of penance. Into the melting frost from leaves that let go of a part of themselves in the process, digs the arteries of balance. There…