Today, August 2, 2025, marks one hundred and one years since the birth of the African American writer and activist James Baldwin; and inspired by his life and work, I have come to two conclusions about the meaning of secularism.
The first spell I learned Was when my friend pointed at a digital clock and said, "Eleven eleven. Make a wish." 11:11 One one one one In every half second My heart prays eleven times eleven times That you were still alive I don't wish that you would come back Because every story that told... Continue Reading →
*Throwing a temper tantrum* I don’t want any more angels I don’t want any more memorials We want to live *Crying and whimpering* I’m really starting to get scared I could be the next one What if I forget to signal when I’m driving? What if my nose twitches From an itch And someone thinks... Continue Reading →
When the crystal broke I knew it was time to let go Time to do things differently To let toxic habits fade As their embers singed The pages of my diary When I heard the song That goes Oh Happy Day I envisioned in my mind How people die All the time and every day... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 