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Why We Teach

To impart knowledge. To stir minds.
To trouble souls out of stasis.
There is a Labyrinth and we are in it.
Get up and carry this torch. 8 more words


An Ode to Black Girls with Mud in Their Blood


you are silence derailed. shrugging backbones upstream. creased lifelines. laugh lines. long lines. scrapped kneecaps glisten hues of chartreuse in the august sun of your aunt’s front lawn. 356 more words

Playing in the dirt

I grind infinite pebbles into dust between
My fingers and make dirt roads that end in
Mountains with my feet, we sit close, knees
Bent, words between us glued to the roof of… 150 more words


My dear goddess, (letter 2)

The sorrow I feel is beginning to scar– your name– it doesn’t hurt anymore, I’m already at the bottom of the ocean spinning my last spin I am cycling–and all of the memories I don’t have of you yet are spinning with me and in me are clauses of you–pieces of your beauty–all of the traces I’ve managed to capture from this distance–the worlds biggest mistake.


a few items

Starting from a chair in the corner of a room.
The chair is choked with ivy.

A tooth, blue with plaque and struck through with gold. 21 more words


Dear Friends: Please take a moment to read this updated note about Lullaby.

Lullaby is a poetic, picaresque live fiction written in 365 installments.You, dear reader — my twin, my sister — are necessary to the story, as it is your absence that generates the text. 170 more words


Thoughts about :The Rose on Snow

Dew turns into frost;

Sweetness turns bitter




Our last breath of summer

Vapor thaws the rose.

Glory days are memories

Forgetting , understanding,

And, forgiving ourselves… 86 more words