A quiet collection of reflections on healing, becoming, and return
The Poetry
Waving Back
The first official week of the new year stands tall in front of me— clean, unbothered, full of breath. I’m answering the quiet calls now. The soft ones that don’t...
Waving Back
The first official week of the new year stands tall in front of me— clean, unbothered, full of breath. I’m answering the quiet calls now. The soft ones that don’t...
Autopilot
Some days I wake already moving. Body ahead of spirit. Feet finding the floor before my heart clocks in. The mirror greets me like a stranger— who knows my face...
Autopilot
Some days I wake already moving. Body ahead of spirit. Feet finding the floor before my heart clocks in. The mirror greets me like a stranger— who knows my face...
Stays of Intimacy
It took me over thirty years to learn this— that not everyone who touches your life is meant to build a house there. Some people are seasons. Warm and convincing....
Stays of Intimacy
It took me over thirty years to learn this— that not everyone who touches your life is meant to build a house there. Some people are seasons. Warm and convincing....
Why I Write
I write as a Black woman with galaxies in my head and history in my bones. I write to call my wandering thoughts back home. To sit them down gently....
Why I Write
I write as a Black woman with galaxies in my head and history in my bones. I write to call my wandering thoughts back home. To sit them down gently....
Pour
The more I pour into myself, the more refreshed I become. Not because the world slowed down— but because I finally did. I am aligned now with the ancient knowing...
Pour
The more I pour into myself, the more refreshed I become. Not because the world slowed down— but because I finally did. I am aligned now with the ancient knowing...
Visions of Aging
I look forward to aging, not with fear, but with reverence— like a Black woman greeting dawn with her head held high and her spirit already awake. Let my gray...
Visions of Aging
I look forward to aging, not with fear, but with reverence— like a Black woman greeting dawn with her head held high and her spirit already awake. Let my gray...