reset

scraped knuckles, teeth clenched,
notes crinkled, piled up in the waste bin.
half-finished thoughts and ill-conceived poetry
lines circled then crossed out in runny ink,
a once gifted orator with mouth now devoid of the right words.
so easy to emanate kindness, yet so hard to reserve a little for yourself.
every day a battle, finding healthy outlets for anger and pain, healthy ways to feel good,
even if it’s only fleeting.
After all, if there’s one thing you’ll learn (again and again), it’s that nothing is permanent
except chasing light through the endless darkness,
shouting out after love and happiness.

Guest Spot on Wed & Woke!

I recently had the pleasure of discussing poetry, activism, and life as a black bisexual millennial with Ryan Hollingsworth on their podcast, Wed & Woke. Listen and download the episode here.

Follow the show on Instagram @wedandwoke. You can also subscribe on Apple, Stitcher, or Libsyn.

More Guest Spots!

I recently had the honor of appearing as a guest on Strange Fruit (an NPR show brought to you by WFPL Louisville Public Media).

I am beyond thrilled to have been able to unpack serious topics like bi-erasure, racial prejudice in the queer community, and the fetishization of black bodies with Jaison Gardner and Dr. Kaila Story on Strange Fruit.

You can find and subscribe to the show by clicking the cover art below. Link to my specific episode can be found below as well.

 
Episode – ‘Pipeline’ Actors On Bringing Black Lives To The Stage

Recently Guest Hosted on History is Gay!

histoA couple of weeks back, I had the pleasure of appearing on History is Gay, a podcast that examines the lives and personal identities of queer folks through the ages.

With her regular co-host Gretchen absent, Leigh and I discussed war poet, Siegfried Sassoon. Listen in for an episode rife with tragedy, bi-erasure, and as many quips as we could fit it! (Available on Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your shows.)

Solstice

i.
spring has come and gone
like two birds fluttering through the sky
we danced love-drunk passed midnight, kissing, laughing, stumbling through the dark on our way to the car

ii.
lost in the darkness of hair/eyes/mouths, endlessly
holding onto each other while the world shakes and shutters beneath us,
holding onto others, hungry, yearning, subversive

iii.
will I be broken in the morning?
no, the revolution still pulsing through my body, my blood, my mind
as I curl up with a copy of Giovanni’s Room and welcome summer