I have always believed in sweetnessshould have standards. It should not arrive desperate,powdered, trembling,begging to be chosenfrom behind the bakery … More
Author: Sherley Delia
Even Horses Have Limits
Even horses have limits. When a horse does not wantto engage with human interaction,It does not appease the room. It … More
Wallflower with the Grace of the Dove
I have never needed the roomto understand me immediately. Some women enter like brass.Some enter like perfume.I entered like the … More
The Novice of Alchemy Enters the Room
I used to think wealth arrived wearing shoesthat did not squeak against the floor,some immaculate leather thingwith a driver waiting … More
Every Herb Knows the Way Home
Healing came to methrough the hands of womenwho did not call themselves magical,Though everything they touchedknew how to live again. … More
Timeless Melodies of Love
Love enters softly tonight. Not begging.Not bargaining.Not making some grand,perfunctory speechabout foreverwhile still being emotionally absentby Tuesday. No. This love … More
Entering July in Jubilee
I enter JulyWith my hips fluent in optimism,My shoulders refuse the obsolete griefthat once tried to rent a room in … More
A Sure Thing
I have stopped mistaking exhaustionfor devotion. There was a timeI thought tenacity meantwalking through every stormwith a composed face,a gracious … More
To Embody Love
Love is not a power play. It is vulnerability. It is the way I enter a roomalready reconciled with my … More
Greetings, By Many Names
Greetings, Lakshmi,gold at the threshold,lotus-woman laughing softlyat every door that once mistook me for empty. Greeting, Ezili,perfumed grief, pink satin, … More