Body (BAG)

Double bottom. Six million. Unemployed. We’re leaking (out). Whose body? Whose bag? Times up.

Vulnerable

I am neither creole nor a juju practitioner. But I keep a laminated prayer binder-clipped to my notes. “benevolent Marie Laveau, who draws her strength from the Loas, i trust in your protecting love & strengthening power. in your kindness, give me the fortitude to confront the misfortunes i meet & the strength to overcome …

Decay

I hold on as long as I can.

AWP 16

The Association of Writers and Writing Programs conference I attended in Los Angeles has been over a month ago but I’m still talking about it to friends and family.  Particularly the story that I swear to goddess I am not embellishing, the story where I coached my shy extroverted me to find Claudia Rankine in …

Succulent Love or Sucker for Succulents

I’ve been stuck on snapping succulents on Instagram.  My love for succulents isn’t new. Succulents are sculpture.  The soft & hard of it all.  Open & closed. And the secret ingredient?  –  WATER! Swollen leaves hold it, water to survive another day in arid climates. Often relegated to the “back of the bus” in your …

Blue Door

I’ve always wanted a blue door. My front door is painted black. Not green or orange, but jet black. There is nothing on my door to ward off an evil eye. No knocker to say you’ve arrived. My black door is cool.  But it’s not blue.