The prayers come like flowing skeins of hope landing on a morning dew-kiss The prayers come crash landing on energetic waves of rage The...

“When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything...

The sun called you daughter      long before you were first      touched by dawn. Trees bow before you more      deeply than they do...

Bending, I bow my head And lay my hands upon Her hair, combing, and think How women do this for Each other. My daughter’s hair Curls...

In the light, my hair looks like It’s been streaked by fire. I wonder what it’ll be like after its tendrils have stirred the stars.

Because I believe the Heart of a sister The touch of the Ancestors The presence of the beloveds and elephant trunks kissing my face. Because a giraffe isn’t just a giraffe. She’s called April and speaks herself into my existence. Because the heart knows what it knows. Because I trust the faith of those that guide and those who step in to face the threat with me And remind me between each breath to become that which has been prayed for; I am the called and the response.