I took a post-election hiatus from social media. I walked away from conversations about election results. I cried a lot. I put my hair in yarn twists, instead of shaving it all off. Inhaled deep and long at the nape of my lover’s neck. Shed a couple skins. I accidentally broke my all-black streak a… Continue reading
I’m just going to go ahead and say that impostor syndrome had me sitting on my thumbs about creating a Patreon to promote my art. Who am I, anyway? But how vacuous is that thought, though? If I were already Somebody, would I need to raise money to sustain myself? Is exchanging my Speculative Fiction… Continue reading Here’s the Truth Tea, Susan.
Your grandmother had it right all along.
Some days do feel like bottle rockets popping off at the wiggle of your hips.
I was startled awake by Queen TTs, my step-cat companion, stomping around and crinkling every crinkle-able thing. Which is normal for her. Just not something The Queen usually does at 5:45am.
A good friend and I had a breakfast date this morning. We discussed old work wounds and talked louder than anyone else in that damn diner about survival. Sad and Black and Brown. Very scared. Enraged. I have been hiding in my house for the last few weeks trying to heal by getting this blog up and… Continue reading An actual blog post.
They ran up, in full gear, toward my 6’7″ tall friend…
Two thousand and roughly four hundred miles in an electric blue sedan…
Found a letter I wrote to myself begging me to live.
There’s levels to life, of which I am still learning.
I’m not asking for any particularly immediate response.