It’s You

Sunflowers etched into her skin, she is radiance exemplified; Mother blessed her with the name Joy. Far from perfect, she can be found in the darkest of places offering hope. Adventurer, she is forever chasing knowledge by sticking fingers into the keyholes of imagination. Sweetness drips on her tongue. Joy can be found between the swirls of an ice cream cone on a Phoenix summer day. Timeless in her elegance and experimental in expression, she is pure ambiguity. Lady of brilliance, Joy is in every woman. It’s you. You are her. You are the joy that this world needs. Your … Continue reading It’s You

Every Color

I isolated myself for the better part of two years. I sacrificed friends, family, and coworkers to be with myself. I lived in dark, decaying apartments with toxic neighbors, vindictive staff, and a general odor of dog piss after it rained. I needed every second of that experience. In the darkness of day, between white brick walls I asked myself, “How can I be a better person? How can I be of service to others?” Have you ever looked into a mirror and wondered what color it is? A mirror’s job is to reflect light or lack thereof to the … Continue reading Every Color

The Power of Sensation

My inner monologue has become clouded with messy memes and pop culture references. I can’t calculate the radius of a circle off the top of my head, but I can tell you which of the Kardashians are a meme this week. We can live stream war zones and fall in love through video chat. Videos of regular, everyday people can go viral and millions of people can share in one person’s delight, or pain. This generation is in a unique situation as we are the first to experience efficiency of information sharing. How do you escape the constant noise produced by … Continue reading The Power of Sensation

How I Learned to be Authentic

A mantra: My authentic self, is enough. I give freely and uphold my boundaries. I am free to be my most authentic me. I met a man who opened my eyes; different in almost every way. I think of the song “My Same” by Adele when he crosses my mind. He challenged my thought process, emotional process, and spiritual resilience in every way he knew how. He was my very best friend and a royal pain in the ass. It took a decade of passive aggressive arguments for the realization that changed how I relate to people. When I’m stuck in my pattern … Continue reading How I Learned to be Authentic

Two Words

This morning I woke up to 3 green notifications on my iPhone screen. “Account Overdrawn. Balance -$30.50. To transfer funds…” Damn. My story isn’t unique. I’m 20 something with half of a college degree, a heap of debt, and a job I hate that can’t possibly pay me enough to afford life in this decade. (Is it possible to have too many unread emails from Sallie Mae? I’m asking for a friend.) How can I fix this? How can I make more money? Easy. Get another job, work more hours, spend less time pursuing your dreams, stop attending events, and work. Work … Continue reading Two Words

The Sprout

I’ve been connecting and disconnecting, To prove I am alive. I am the seed. Art isn’t the same. Turbulence. Sweetness. Cacophony of color meeting white canvas. At times I am blank. At times I am the mess I try to avoid. My limbs are extended. Fingertips brushing through tangled locs. No need for combs when you only see yourself. People blur together in Picasso fashion. Who are you? Why are you here? Softly. Whispering. My edges are eroding. Geode cracked: exposed glitter and danger. Breaking. Black nails scratching my window in a storm. Tap, tap, tapping to the tune of … Continue reading The Sprout


I don’t know how to say this, but I’m tired of the rain dance of heartache beating across my drum. Limitations and rules and timelines of what needs to be done in order to justify that Spring, has sprung. Tell me what the sun knows about limitations. What makes you believe there are barriers, time, walls and lines? You are a limitless. fucking. being. An infinite gust of wind. Why must we torture ourselves with the constructs of a society built on the damnation of the very beings that created it? The genocide of the flow. No more, open windows … Continue reading Boundless

Signed, Black Women

The key to connection is melanin.It was written in the etches of his skin. Sewn into his finger tips his finger prints dance across the music in my soul. Black man. Rich like the soil dipping your fingers in my honey until I curl. Black man all I can say is god damn. How’d you get so fine? Not in the rhythm of your speech but in the variations of your mind. Black man. How’d you get so wise? Whether you believe the earth is round pregnant belly, or flat, soda pop, 3 days no lid. You still are the … Continue reading Signed, Black Women

Jour D’Amour

Mon amour, pour aujourd’hui… Holding the ones we love close to our breast in hopes that they won’t turn to doves and fly away taking our love with them. Trust blossoms between our embrace. My love, for today, you are mine. C’est un jour d’amour… When the day of love is within our grasp, we are reminded that nothing lasts forever with the exception of this very moment; looking into the eyes of my beloved. This is a day of love, friendship, openness and desire. Although this day will not last forever, I hope your eyes, that look, does. Mon … Continue reading Jour D’Amour