Soft Power, Strong Tongue

I used to run—heels clicking, hopes high,Chasing intimacy like it was hiding in a damn alleybehind some bad jazz and … More

The Healer of the Bloodline

They came in barefoot,with hips that remembered thunder,with mouths full of molasses and machetes,and said—child, we been waiting on you. … More

Before the Fire

Let me be honest—I’d rather text you a thesisthan play emotional charadesjust to keep it cute. I’m not here for … More

✦ Pack Light, Beloved ✦

They will call you back with trembling tongues,dressed in guilt and Sunday manners,telling you your healing is a detour,that peace … More

Come Home to the Altar of You

Stop.Stop running toward the applauseof those who never learned to listen.Stop pouring from a wellyou never drink from.Stop mistaking your … More