Does every poem need a title?

  You’ve stretched out over six feet of spaceThe only six available in a tight cramped hospital roomThe timed whir of machines processing their functionsManufacturing life for the fathers of crumbling daughtersWakes you from the slumber you keep attempting to stealBetween Catholic prayers bleeding through overhead speakersAnd the methodical ticking of another plastic heartbeat IfContinue reading “Does every poem need a title?”

Power Rising 2019

I’m leaving IAD Headed to where the Black Women convene A tight fist forming in my stomach And a sudden realization as the plane ascends That the ground has always been there Greens and browns so distinctly natural I mistook my bare feet for the roots of an oak tree And watered myself, often andContinue reading “Power Rising 2019”