art in words, images, both or whichever form inspires our well-being and our growth as persyns in a fucked up oppressive world. in institutional spaces,  the stories told are stories by and about white, straight cis men. those stories do not inspire me. what pushes me, wakes me up, allows me to breathe are the stories of those of us who have gone through some shit. This blog honors all those: my writer femme ancestors of color: audre lorde, Octavia Butler, Gloria Anzaldua, June Jordan, Gwendolyn Brooks, Nayyirah Waheed, Evie Shockley,  … never forgetting the countless who never made their work public.


“whether we speak or not,

the machine will crush us to bits

and we will also

be afraid”