Monday, June 1st — The Narrow Escape As the sun cast its warm glow upon the street, my 9-year-old son and I embarked on a walk down the sidewalk. Pushing his bike alongside me, we ventured forward, unaware of the impending chaos. Approaching a neighbor’s driveway, a car began to…

( for the Trailblazhers & Pioneers & all Black & Brown who cheered for me at Mile 21. Boston Marathon 2023) Running is like soaring on wings, freedom in every stride Pushing through the pain, pushing past the limits of the mind Feet pounding on pavement heartbeat drumming in my…

-(on the account of my parent's passing in Zimbabwe) Today is my birthday trying to get used to the orphaning of my soul a continent away i’m a shadow of myself this tsunami of grief almost drowns me but I am still HERE evidence that my mother and father were here it's hard to get used to this orphaning of my soul a continent away. https://www.instagram.com/p/CkwUMyajWvX/ Grief can overwhelm that's why I am raising money in memory of my mother to support an organization Friendship Bench to help others.

PARADOX Scene 1: I was raised with two contradictions. I could be both anything on my own and nothing without a man. a post-colonial child I enjoyed the deliciousness of living in the country that was now mine, ours. A country with people who looked like me leading having pried…

WE SHINE BRIGHT : Commissioned by Castle Of Our Skins for their 10th Anniversary 1: we’ve been here In the space before the beginning people seasoned by different suns the complicated, beautiful beginning weaving sacred stories stolen stitching inside & outside the lines page by page note by note we…

(missing my mother on her birthday coinciding with a tough booster shot reaction) they buried her against her wishes weighed down heartlike am not used to feeling like concrete body sprawled on my Queen size bed like a chalk outline my sheets the color of rage searing scorpio skin the foreboding murmur of the heater in the corner by the window whirring like a hospital machine Am I still here breathing?

(artistic response to Esperanza Spaldings World Premiere of IPHIGENIA at Cutler Majestic Arts Emerson) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUTX1trT290

There are no more vertebrae to break I am crippled with the weight of this tsunami of death Would you blame me if I wanted to grab God by the throat ask him why? Photo Credit: U-Meleni Mhlaba-Adebo /SA

we’re riding together one mission one voice for Breonna Taylor and for all the unnamed Black women who have been killed and brutally taken from this world We ride because killers need to be punished. We ride because we want justice. We are not born knowing it’s something that we…