[tabby title="Poet Bio"] So quiet are the voices ringing at the back of our throatsCoiling  like forgotten ancestral prayers,Like forgotten songs.The sin of their fathers raises mountains under our hued skin,a landscape of black mountains weeping.The memory of the sun...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 'My mother taught me how to whisper wishes into mountains. Sang stream song to the stars, built palaces on the eyelashes of mysterious ether boys with gold for bones and forbidden spells for skin. My womb taught...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I page through you via the moonSet my intentions alightMake them whisper your nameThrough all its phases I read you like the waves of the oceanSending sacred quota to the stars that riddle your spirit with illuminationI...