Harassment

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece Do men think I build myself on the Unstable bricks Of their fantasies Mold my arms out of their desire Shape my legs in a way That moves them forward And roots me in place I must be pretty damn foolish Not to color my skin

A Dark City (Onyx)

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece This is my space I am not movinI am not leavin

For Ntozake

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece colored girls light up the skyin the nighttimeunder coverof twilight
s/disguised as other
worldly thingssun goddesseswitches of the moonstoneriver spirits and clouds

lineage

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece my granddaddy kept liquor in his shoe

Bird Sacrifice

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I started this poem inspired by witches, priestesses, and conjurers—women who empower themselves by leaning on the spirits of our ancestors and deities. My mother is one of those women. She pours gin into her shrine pot, which is lined at the bottom with rocks fetched from the

Us

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece I’d forgive u all the ways u ended meIf I didn’t see u everydayIn the folds of my skinThe stomp of my feet

Mother-Mama-Ma

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece “How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers’ names.” Alice Walker

Town of Ghosts

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I set first foot here/ On this dust This red earth Lit ablaze by the wide, full moon The one the wolves cry to The old, dark women pray against Howling as if they gave Life to the smoldering ground/ When we were fresh on each other’s minds

Barbara Doe

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece When my Aunt Barbara passed, three deer jumped her fence and lay together in her yard for about an hour, until the medical examiner arrived to pronounce her death. I don’t know for sure what connection she has with deer but I don’t believe in coincidence. She is

Fragility (poem)

Fragility Misogynistic men are more like glass than they’d ever care to admitSee through, fragile things whose broken shards will cut you,Spill your blood and lie in itLeaving them toBathe in your elixirLavishing in your agony