So Long, Chapman

When I left home on August 21, 2019 to pursue my MFA at Chapman University, I had no idea what I was stepping into. I was sad walking away from my family at the airport, hearing my mother cry as I tugged on my suitcases and turned my back from the life I’ve known andContinue reading “So Long, Chapman”

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12 Questions Series: Where did you come from

In Bhanu Kapil’s book, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers, there’s a Twelve Questions poem that I knew I wanted to find answers to the moment I read it. I love a great exercise of interrogation and of course, the hope that in some small ways, I discover some truth, come across a changed thought or simply better understandContinue reading “12 Questions Series: Where did you come from”

12 Questions Series: Who are you and whom do you love?

In Bhanu Kapil’s book, The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers, there’s a Twelve Questions poem that I knew I wanted to find answers to the moment I read it. I love a great exercise of interrogation and of course, the hope that in some small ways, I discover some truth, come across a changed thought orContinue reading “12 Questions Series: Who are you and whom do you love?”

Book Review: The Heavy Work of Reckoning in Nadia Owusu’s ‘Aftershocks’

The memoir begins with a curiosity and attentiveness of seven-year-old Nadia that isn’t startling, isn’t unexpected of a child but is indeed, a meaningful (albeit costly) tool that proves effective as the writer navigates a life marked by changes, motion, violence and a kind of absence that drags its weight through the years – steadyContinue reading “Book Review: The Heavy Work of Reckoning in Nadia Owusu’s ‘Aftershocks’”

Prayer for Grace

Anne Lamott’s two best prayers are “Help me, help me, help me” and “Thank You, thank You, thank You.”  There’s not another description that comes close enough to my plea and yearnings these days. September has been a wild, wild rush and I’m still learning what it means for me to be present, to sitContinue reading “Prayer for Grace”

Pandemic Journal & Inventory of the Mind

Life is sapped from the living. Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness –  Maya Angelou, A Brave and Startling Truth Wednesday, August 19 2020 1:30PM: Restless. An hour on the phone with Reg this morning. It started as a video call but immediately I asked that we switch to audioContinue reading “Pandemic Journal & Inventory of the Mind”

Mellow Waste: On Living the Unpopular, Abnormal Reality

I watch the flowers; its red and white petals wilt quietly and right before my eyes. My lessor, Sharon hands it over to me two days after I sign the notice of termination on my lease. It’s been one year living here, a few months living with their son. The same fingers that point meContinue reading “Mellow Waste: On Living the Unpopular, Abnormal Reality”

My First Protest in America: A Brief Witnessing & Haunting Inquiry

“I did not know then that this is what life is – just when you master the geometry of one world, it slips away, and suddenly again, you’re swarmed by strange shapes and impossible angles.” – Ta-Nehisi Coates I remember my friend telling me about racism when I arrived in America in August last yearContinue reading “My First Protest in America: A Brief Witnessing & Haunting Inquiry”