At the time this essay is published on this blog, it is the summer of 2025, and Dami Hope and Indiyah Polack are in a relationship. A gorgeous and fashionable couple who each have a significant presence as content creators on social media, they met on Season 8 of the hit British reality dating show... Continue Reading →
To make an old fashioned cocktail,Preferably with rye, You take a small glass tumbler, Put a cube of sugar on the bottom, Pour bitters over the sugar, Then muddle. Put in an ice cube, Then pour the whiskey on top. Garnish with a rind of citrus. This is an old fashioned love poem. Old fashioned... Continue Reading →
Do you ever feel like some feelings Come from different moments in time But feel the same way Like how watching a pretty girl curl her hair with a flat iron in a TikTok tutorial Feels like when you were 18 dancing in a club with pretty lights And you had X’s on your hands?... Continue Reading →
In less than 2 hours I’m on another planet, Where mermaids walk on land And sugar is salty and sour, Where witches bask in the moonlight And offer you a taste of their homemade cigarettes, As they stare out into the middle of nothing Wishing their black hair would turn gray Like the ash that... 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 →
Trigger Warning: self harm, depression, animal violence Once upon a time there was a girl, who watched the same sad movies over and over again, because she had already decided slitting her wrists was too messy and impractical. She didn’t like to listen to music, because pretty lyrics made her cry. And she cried... Continue Reading →
What does solitude look like? It looks like bluish gray fog in the early evening outside, And a pink lightbulb in an empty bedroom inside. It looks like a 6-year old cat slowly blinking at you only one time. What does solitude taste like? It tastes like a cup of black tea with vanilla soy... Continue Reading →
I thought I loved love. I liked how crazy it makes you. It’s thrilling and exhilarating, It’s frustrating and infuriating. You forget how important everything else is. It’s like a drug, Like how I imagine Coca-Cola tasted in the 1800s. When it hits you so good, You don’t want anything else anymore. I’ve never felt... Continue Reading →
She is like a selenite wand. She clears away my fear and sadness, reminding me of what magic I'm truly made of. Feeling her warmth is like drinking a glass of wine fortified. She is vitamins. The type of minerals found in pharmacies And also in rocks Like amethyst and igneous and selenite wands.
What nobody tells you when it comes to love is that your soul is not one piece. Not all parts feel the same. It is a divine machine Good and Whole with cogs that crank out anger and wheels that eke compassion and they can all be running for (and against) the same person. An... Continue Reading →
Sankofa Virgo 