HOW DO YOU MATTER? to a country that sees your skin as a weapon. your sibling. your father. your mother. your close friend. slain. it’s a wound you carry like bites on your ankle. covered with socks and silence and neglect. how many souls have they misdiagnosed? misunderstood? punished? they know. but… Continue reading Matter.
One in the Morning. One hundred dollars to be loved for one hour by a woman named Beloved. The volume on the rental car radio is turned all the way down to one as you and her wrinkle the leather in the backseat with your naked, dry flesh. One time when… Continue reading One in the Morning (A Ghazal)
it was always me vs the world: buying hot cheetos and a fountain drink a cashier behind a counter calling the cops. walking down the street a blind woman calling the cops. laughing during a movie a woman with popcorn calling the cops. unlocking the door to my apartment a jogger… Continue reading DAMN (inspired by Kendrick Lamar)
http://www.sfexaminer.com/twitter-video-shows-two-men-throwing-apparently-black-teenage-boy-off-muni-playing-loud-music/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1CRWwq6hec “Thinking you have the right to remove somebody from public transit because they annoy you is a perfect example of white privilege in action…” On Thursday night, a young person of color was almost thrown off the N train here in San Francisco around 30th avenue because the two men… Continue reading TOO LOUD!
“Regularly going to concerts could lead to a longer, happier life.”––Patrick Fagan of GU elbow to elbow in a hot and loud crowd of intimate and noisy strangers that are drenched in spores of sweat as they dance and stomp recklessly with their limbs and sticky hair on top of hardwood floors stained with… Continue reading Endorphins
I think about the mornings it saved me: a purple dinosaur in the morning. a big, yellow bird in the afternoon. old plastic bowls full of warm milk and colorful cereal residue. loud weekend living rooms. cooking pies with cold dirt and pebbles in the white, hard plastic house with pink shutters in… Continue reading Alta Vista
I did a book a day during Black History Month to showcase the amazing array of black writers we have in the writing world. I have read all of these and thought they were amazing to be passed along to read for leisure, to use in a classroom, to further learn, or whatever the book causes… Continue reading 28 Great Books by Black Writers
I come from a long line of black faces sculpted from the dry, jet black meat of a sunflower. Created in thirty different shades of black, but all given the same smile. White smiles as shiny and sly as the fat beads of sweat running down the sun’s thick neck. These faces and smiles traveled… Continue reading From a Flower
Hi all! It's been some weeks since I've last posted, and that is for many reasons. I've been doing some heavy editing on my blog, since I am getting deeper into my writing journey and would like to be published one day, because I am in the process of removing content I may want to… Continue reading Where in the World has Amie gone?
The burgundy bugs crawl all around in my brain. Dancing under the pink meat of my face. Their little sticky, sinister feet march again and again. If I wasn’t insane I’d probably feel the bass of their feet dancing under the pink meat of my face. Chomping on the raw insides of my cheeks… Continue reading A Pantoum on Infestation