writing

As it appears in my mind, in my body, rest wants to fall into an aesthetic construct. Meaning it wants to be white and beige, it wants to be fluttery and softly lit. But I am resisting that.

We created moments of intimacy, pleasure and connection for our readers during an otherwise hellish moment.

Dancing takes the yuck settled deep inside us and spits it out. Digging deep enough to excavate the ugly, deeper still until he reaches gold, tapping into a space of Black aliveness.

“The storm in a way is a catalyst, what comes after is actually the storm or that the storm reveals things.”