is self taught&queer&black&femme&hood&poet&mother&lover&witch&. She works from the possibility of the personal to be collectively transformational. Her work often blends the magical with the reality of living at the crossroads of multiplicities. She is a MacDowell Fellow, a recipient of a Heinz Endowments Fellowship, Advancing Black Arts Grant and the Artist Opportunity Grant through the Greater Pittsburgh Arts Council. She is a cofounder of Ujamaa Collective, the founder of the Tabernacle of the Immaculate Perception, a lead organizer of Roots Pride Pittsburgh and serves on the leadership team of the Garden of Peace Project. She has presented at panels as diverse as the Femcee Festival in Brooklyn, NY, Kinks Locks & Twists, and the Annual Rubash Distinguished Lecture in Law & Social Work. She has been invited to participate in the 2016 Callaloo Creative Writing Workshop in Barbados. A member of Black Quantum Futurism, she has performed at the last two Afrofuturist Balls in Philadelphia, PA. She is published in multiple journals and anthologies, including Black Quantum Futurism Volume 1 and 2.
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who do you pray to when god is broken/ where does the air travel from the lung to worship/ when the past is an ant hill ontology and everything bleeds one thing to the other/ one day to the next// the mules get tired of pulling the sun// and you something kind of human walking//
genius child monster// you made from blue note and death drop/ before molasses, tar and sugarcane/ after nkisi and fireworks gave us a country full of ghosts/ you, stand there full to the brim of hope and spells &
invisible/dream breeding hood rat/ flag from your left pocket/ ghetto witch doctrine of survival and wits// new universe brewing in you/ hoodoo/odudua’s calabash//they want you silent as a dead man in a noose
a sounding board vandalized with fantasies// they slave naming sacred script as gibberrish// then fill their bellies with it/ unequipped to digest your brilliance// though this ground is heavy with fractured celestial bodies// fallen angels tired of beating their wings collapsed on the concrete// don’t ever quit knowing what it means to be an alien// or resist being a whole planet / new dawns fresh on your tongue/ facing new suns
remember how to fly, face gravity and laugh,
how to walk to the edge of what you know good
remember how to walk into the ocean
and never look back
at what you are giving up.
remember how to be the sharp
black brilliant edge of the cosmos where death
goes to die
how to turn into a copper caduceus
conducting god through your bones til your teeth
chatter & you vomit up all the lies you’ve been eating.
remember how to be jesus and save yourself
sit at your own grave covered in your own ashes
and wail til you wake the dead.
You are your own miracle. you, walking and breathing
revival of a dream a trillion years old. You, blessing
beautiful tornado child of slaves and lovers, cowards and kings,
midwives, lliars and saints
You are the torrent, awakened.