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 theContinue reading “Bird Sacrifice”

To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall

I work for the ancestors. I have never worked for anybody else. Alice Walker To the Once Enslaved of Morris Hall: BlackberriesSweet blackberries and grass that smells of onionsWhere rivers cross by, carrying messagesTo the roots of the treesHere since the land was fertileAnd toiled. Here have set foot‘Scendents of yours

Live

live for laughterfor the lovefor the sins we cannot repentfor the people we cannot repaydance as if it hurts to stand stilllet your feet feel the Earthbe blind in your judgmentand all seeing of the possibilitiesfloat free upon whatever makes you smileslip into lustwith the liner on your eyespluck your brows and paint your lipswearContinue reading “Live”