Severed hands may not reach for freedom keys, As legs lost to tarnished trails have sunk my booted feet. The black body has extended,...

In Blackfoot county, layin’ on the edge of spring water creek, flowin’ into Ol’ Virginia river, glidin’ through Mama Marsh’s lake, gulped...

Resembling a woman with loose change spent thinking about forever, the seconds and moments caught in complex spider webs, unable to be...

Dear queen of leopard print, queen of the lions layer, queen of all that repulses fragile, feeble minded men I want you to know that my...

Somethin’ happened Last night to that boy down the block They say his flesh began to rot, Turnin’ dusk-deep Like twilight His melanin...

His skin was warm. Every touch, given with full thought and intention, didn’t leave time to question if this was okay. It could only be...

There was a Black woman in the sky. I found her tumbling across the horizon, soul split into two dimensions, head first into the sun. The...

It is somewhat misleading to believe that you are not as deep as the sky Deep in yours eyes, I personify the chorus of an angel’s cry,...

Anything hurts less than the quiet. Sleeping on rotting oil bridges with small blades jarred between your numbed jaws, toasting the...

The things he noticed were most unseen. As nature could detect the beauty in the unknown, his gaze amplified visions of a graceful mercy...

And that night, as Nadia laboriously pushed her sofa up against the bolted door, a young woman, residing on the outskirts of a depleting...

I found freedom crouching in a shallow lake. Between a river swallowing the blood of my ancestors and a mountain trembling at the hands...

I squeeze myself between the empty book shelves stocked with stoic dust reminiscing on the wonders that once laid atop them and they atop...

My reflection on a blooming woman's riveting interpretation of the paths followed through the coarse of American slavery. Am I more or...

Zanele hasn't slept Zanele hasn’t slept. She can’t think. Her brain is half chewed toast spit out with no butter. Block has consumed her,...

I dream in the accent of my mother I dream in the accent of my mother, and her mother Xhosa buoyant against the folding current crafting...

Tell me of our mother Epigenetics: The inheritance of generational trauma Tell me of our mother And of how we had once been her sisters...

Last night I took a trip Last night I took a trip We played Jazmine Sullivan and you become nothing more than a blimp On my mind and in...

I could show you what you will find I could show you what you will find When you remove yourself from the aligned And the confined it's...

I remember the day you called me I remember the day you called me My father’s child Told me that I was no different You said that I was...