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.
I was Black yesterday, and when I got on the bus I was one of them women who needed to be taught how to be a woman again Yesterday I was Black and you sat with your boys about the shape of my body and what you would do as I stared directly in… Continue reading As all other acts of revolution, comes such a faceted sadness.
You smelled crisp. I wore zebra print pants with useless mock pockets so you’d notice me near baggage claim. There was a storm in my stomach when I realized that steadily reddening face was yours and therefore mine. We sounded like flights and layovers had been routine for years. Just picking up on conversation as… Continue reading What if?
Noshing on sugar, quick fix the tremble. I tend to watch every inch of you. Curious about this making love thing as the cold air forces my fingers to stick. If I am filling you up and holding you close enough. If this wave of need to hear my name between slightly parted lips over… Continue reading (48)
just a swarm of bodies running down that steep hill a red sea of bikers, and we were Moses’ arms Parting the chaos with our closeness, visible Blackness, and queerness You had been admiring my fat legs all day I leaned in to kiss you as we waited for your sister to pull up. You… Continue reading 2012, Internet Cat Video Fest