yesterday was roughety rough and I sat, walked, telephoned, breathed, listened, prayed, tired, hungered and ate my way through it but I stay looking at the future like the most bae cake you’ve never seen. not because all is done... according to my natal Saturn I’m just getting started... but because sometimes adulting is facing the dissonance in your lineage and giving it the eye contact it’s been starving for across generations. saying 1) I see you, 2) what do you need, and 3) I’ll do it, but it stops with me — for the love of those to come, in the name of the Beloved, with all the cojones of the Buddha that ugly last time in the face of Mara (illusion); that one time when it’s said that he reached down his hand to touch the earth to speak as his witness, and didn’t it do just that! before transcendence could occur. for the people in the back, yes, if we’re going to heal, let it be only as glorious as this. the work continues.
Brunel University African Poetry Prize 2016
risk assessments
‘After Ferguson’ – Saturday 26th September
Forward Prize for Poetry – 28th September 2015
National Poetry Day Live 2015
You’ll feel it in the morning
The Water
Comparison
How it feels when you want to write but you can’t
Girl
FKA twigs – hide
Eventually
The Writing Room
your darling, the human
