Even horses have limits. When a horse does not wantto engage with human interaction,It does not appease the room. It…

I have never needed the roomto understand me immediately. Some women enter like brass.Some enter like perfume.I entered like the…

I used to think wealth arrived wearing shoesthat did not squeak against the floor,some immaculate leather thingwith a driver waiting…

Healing came to methrough the hands of womenwho did not call themselves magical,Though everything they touchedknew how to live again.…

Love enters softly tonight. Not begging.Not bargaining.Not making some grand,perfunctory speechabout foreverwhile still being emotionally absentby Tuesday. No. This love…

I enter JulyWith my hips fluent in optimism,My shoulders refuse the obsolete griefthat once tried to rent a room in…

I have stopped mistaking exhaustionfor devotion. There was a timeI thought tenacity meantwalking through every stormwith a composed face,a gracious…

Love is not a power play. It is vulnerability. It is the way I enter a roomalready reconciled with my…

Greetings, Lakshmi,gold at the threshold,lotus-woman laughing softlyat every door that once mistook me for empty. Greeting, Ezili,perfumed grief, pink satin,…

The sun stayed late today,and I took it personally. Not as a sign, exactly,but as a reminder:Light is most generousWhen…