i spent this weekend with frank ocean, intimate hours where i could not focus on food or sleep or anything but being with him. he was out of my sight […]
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Year: 2016
being high with amb
i often speak of being a pleasure activist, and i even reference weed, but it’s rare that i actually write to y’all – or anyone else – while i am […]
the weight i carry
the weight i carry (shame in the blood, grief fragments) is feathered with love . the shame i carry (weight as a mask, living guilt) is never lonely . the […]
finn is 8
some snapshots of this child i LOVE. 1. siobhán: i wish we could have a family reunion. finn: you mean like with the whole family? siobhán: yeah! finn: since the […]
black august 2016 week 1 poems
you like me quiet you like me caged or buried you like submission . you like me waiting you like me demanding more you like ownership . you like me […]
come on home to me
come on home to me black warriors, hard edges learn soft from my thighs there’s no drama here you can leave it at my door i will wait for you […]
the news pile
each day is a pile sliver sliver stacked against diminishing time to know anything at all even while we celebrate what we want buried in the sound of our dreaming […]
black august is here!
for several years now, Black August has become a month of Black freedom fighter poetry, cultivated by Spirit House in NC, by BOLD and others. and before that Black August […]
from the freedom side
when the wheat is separated from the chaff, i wonder if there is terror. if the wheat thinks it is god when actually it is food. if the chaff thinks […]
#blackband: how to, a reflection
#blackband: how to, a reflection i am just over a week into the practice of wearing a black band on my left arm as a statement of grief, and as […]