“When can I rest my knuckles? / Where shall I grow my tender dreams?”

“In your offspring, the future women of your bloodline, will you learn to be empowered to take up space; to stop hiding things about yourself that seem different in this cold, new world; to feel content in how much you know about the way the world works.”

“Just last year I cut the ends of my relaxed hair and let my thick fro grow wild / I licked the brown hues of joy’s elbows / I cried from laughter until snot graced my chin”

Much of my work serves as a mirror for the viewer’s subconscious, offering a haunting glimpse into the universal struggle for inner understanding and ongoing transmutation.

“souls settle in between the crevices that is where i find myself / a beautiful disaster / chaos meets the calm”

“This disintegration is a calling / of sorts. Charmingly uncontrollable.”

“The pages, open and breathing, flutter in the wind, and memories of him wave hello from my desk.

No new movements today, yet no old ones either. I sit. I wave back. I write nothing.”