Power Less

Power Less Appearing, Disappearing, then re-appearing Unmasking Unraveling converting sound waves into electrical energy Appearing every syllable a simile comparing violations Disappearing, to passionate hate-filled words yelled lightly Unraveling stolen voices false accusations Unmasking lessening the ability power restored, brightly     April is National Poetry Month, and for the 30 days of April, I will write a poem each day.

Inevitable

in·ev·i·ta·ble inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable 31 days into the new year, I have lost my grandmother, a lover, stable living accommodations, and a sense of security. I have found myself fluctuating between two extremes one that binds me and keeps me grounded to one that keeps me spinning uncontrollably. This rhythm is a damaging truth, and as I continue to cycle, I find myself feeling alone because everything that I believed in, trusted in, and held on to as certainty, isn’t. 20,160 minutes into this new season I’ve actively been working towards the pursuit of higher education. As …

Passage of Time

I have bee present 13,515, breathing for roughly 1,167,696,980 seconds. 37, is the number of years it took me to understand that we are all imperfectly searching for perfection. Perfection is merely a concept created by an unknown source, for unexplainable reseasons. In my aimless search perfection, I recognize, no such reality exists. In honor of my time on this earth, I had the high privilege to close out my final days of age 36 in Shanghai, China. With the good fortune to be a guest of an incredible friend, Ika and their wonderful father (it is here that I will …

Impenetrable silence

A few posts ago, I asked readers to stick with me while I wrote through my grieving process. Today, I’m writing through that discomfort. The past year can be marked by paralyzed vocal chords, screaming out words that vibrate only within me. It’s deafening. My re-entry into society after six months of intentional disconnect strongly affected my emotions. Shortly after relocating to Georgia, I was attacked by a housemate. As a child abuse survivor who has since become an example of recovery and hope, I hid all evidence of the event. In my case, of course, that meant avoidance, evading …

The Fact of Existing 

Recently, I attended the PGM One Summit. The PGM ONE summit convenes hundreds of emerging and established professionals of the global majority to lead the racial equity and inclusion movement in the outdoor and environmental sectors. During the two-day multidisciplinary and intergenerational summit, participants will share, learn, collaborate, heal, celebrate, build community, find support, and sharpen their analysis of racial equity in their field. During the summit, there was an art exchange. As a self-proclaimed, non-artist I did not draw or paint a picture. Instead, I share a couple of written pieces. At the end of the summit, we had …

Words

There is this sound that is spoken. If you listen closely, there is a subtle space between, like a rhythm unseen. So in this language, I will speak. I will reach deep into the dark places of all the indeterminacy that imprison me. These shackles restrict and seek to conquer me. But my words are mighty. I speak with the sounds of my heart. Boom-tick-boom-tick? This is my language of love. Watch my language as my body fuels the beat. Moving and twisting with a rhythm: one, two, three… as I march to this beat and I realize that I …