I wrote An Open Letter to My Younger Self. If I could go back in time...this is what I'd say to her.
A poem inspired by a black man minding his business while on the way to work.
A poem to the moon that shone the night I realized the strength behind my own voice
A poem about the night I shared my short story at the Birmingham Arts Journal gathering this week. I'm grateful to be chosen as a contributor and I'm excited to continue to share my words on various platforms.
As I’ve grown up, I’ve noticed myself losing hold of that childhood wonder and joy. I fear I’m forgetting to smell the roses and find value in the simple things in life.
I love reading books so this week I wanted to share some of my favorites lines from Donte Collins’ “Autopsy”
Tonight I received a traditional African name and it reminded me that people often see the parts of you that you keep hidden from yourself.