Litany for Yemaya’s Love

My mother never took me to the shore. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. She only yielded to water behind closed doors. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark emotions. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. Our house had this heavy humid southern air. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had darkContinue reading “Litany for Yemaya’s Love”

Autobiography after Margaret Atwood

The first thing I can remember is numbness. The sizzle the flat iron made when it pressed down on my hair. Burnt hair smell wavered in the living room as Momma desperately tried to make my afro presentable. A dissolution of my identity also hung in the air, but I wouldn’t really smell that untilContinue reading “Autobiography after Margaret Atwood”