Writerly Thoughts

Author notes: This poem originally appeared on a wonderful compilation from Black Coffee Creative called World of Women, Volume III, one of a few curations honoring the unique experiences of women and femmes. I was made with shapes but crossed them out with tallies screaming, Mother Nature, remake me: Maybe not less woman, but please, less person, So we flattened into a double zero, low-rise, and I drew myself new with lettuce and vinegar until the church ladies whispered. A

Winter discontent I was brushing my teeth as the year crossed over from 2024 to ‘25, not paying attention, hoping it would come in...

*Author note: This story was originally published on Medium. Follow this link to read it there, and I might even make a couple of cents...

*Author note: This story was originally published over here on Medium. I already had another story ready to share today, but this is the...