The lion walks beside menot as an ornament,But as a sentinel. He does not roarfor trivial applause.He does not perform … More

The Garden of Possibilities I have loved rainlong before I knewIt was a kind of literacy. The sky opens its … More

And the gods, too, know my name. Papa Legba stands at the gate,hat tilted, cane in hand,opening the roadwith a … More

I am grateful for so many things nowthat even my silence has started keeping a list. For the mornings that … More

Last night, I saw it clearly,And I smiled. The connection is a slow burn now,not the wildfire it used to … More

I have always believed in sweetnessshould have standards. It should not arrive desperate,powdered, trembling,begging to be chosenfrom behind the bakery … More

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

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

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