It feels like ice cream melting in my tongue. “Twitter never sleeps”,  he says Don’t say God’s name in vain. Don’t summon the sky if...

you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding...

I miss the yellow bird that sings outside my window in the summer. I miss bright red stoeps from my old house. My new house looks like...

I am holding a piece of charcoal in my hand. A blank page in front of me. Music at just the appropriate volume for inspiration. But the...

The sun won’t come out today. The sky is heavy. Cumilonimbus and gloomy. My skin wants to hide itself as well. Tell the body we are...

There are stains on the walls. Not the kind of stains that come from dirty shoes or blood. The walls here have a voice. They are...

There’s no one in the world who would’ve predicted the outcome of the show this passed Saturday. For the first time in the Poetry League...

I envy you. How assertively you speak. The intention in your walk. How certain you are of everything. Who showed you how to look at the...

A stale, still mass of body folded into the floor next to me.  Folded around me. Folded into me.  Folded as me.  I sat there, numb. ...

I am standing at the door. Knocking.  Waiting for you to let me in.  You are trying  to write me away. Constructing the perfect...

I don’t want to be black, body or brave. I don’t want to be secret and scared. I don’t want to be woman. I don’t want to be warrior...

When you recite a dying poem to strangers. Try to sound less disfigured in front of them. Fix your posture, some words say with less...

Moments when you stare. When you can’t help but stare. Can’t help but let him stare back at you. And you speak. Speak but not with your...

1. Wait. 2. Forget yourself. 3. Freeze the clock. 4. Watch time stay in the same place. 5. Convince yourself that something is going...

I am tired of explaining myself. I want to be quiet. Without feeling guilty for my silence. I’m tired of making my words the marrow in my...

“There comes a time when silence is dishonesty.” –Frantz Fanon, Towards An African Revolution via — diremasebe

1. What do writers do when they have too much to say? 2. How do they stretch time in order to fit in all they want to say? 3. Do you...