Joy feels like the deep touch of Black trans love Joy is the reason I’m still here Joy is the stillness in between deep breaths Joy is the reason I am 218 days sober Joy feels like a room of femmes getting ready for the night Joy sounds like my little brother’s giggle at 20… Continue reading on Joy.
After 3 years teaching art and programming, I am leaving my educator job. Here’s an ode to the children who taught me. To the children who taught me patience by being so patient with me To the children who taught me movement when we’d run around with our arms out flying together To the children… Continue reading An Ode to the Children that Taught Me.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer” ZNH Dear Ms. Hurston, or can I call you Zora? When asked to have a conversation with a writer from the past I chose you. I would choose you again, and again, and again, as I have chosen you before. I have chosen your words as… Continue reading A letter to Hurston.
I’ve decided to share some writings to open up about some aspects of me. This page fuels my confidence to create and be valuerable as I evolve & I’m so glad you’re here. Please handle what you see on this page with care a& respect. These words