sometimes the blue’s just a passing bird
it’s curious, the way we’re all tinted.
Her Sapphire Eyes
There’s something about the spotless sky and sixty-degree temperature that makes me wonder if God is personally sending an answer to our house like a speedy Prime delivery.
Chantilly Lace, Benjamin Moore OC-65
Somewhere between coats two and three you realize that four gallons and the anticipated three coats will not be nearly enough to snuff out the old colors.
Across the Ocean Blue
Pursuing a dream in English-speaking Europe is the vanilla ice cream with sprinkles of international travel for a North American.
A Yellow Poem
But the truth is I’ll follow you like the yellow brick road.
Amateur Abortion Hour
Only a very few of my friends and family members hate women or God, no matter what Rush Limbaugh and The Nation insist.
#212732: The Color of Anti-Scrolling
What you see is what you get—the time is the color; the color is the time.
Our Black Lady of Winding Journeys
As I deconstruct my singular image of God, I am celebrating the multifaceted images of God as a black woman all around me.
My Mother’s Grey Hair
My mother has earned every one of her grey hairs.
Silver Lining
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
