I have released a book or zine every year for the last six years. 2020 is the first year where I decided to take a break. I wanted to do some living and re-learn my heart. Now 2020 is here and the world is upside down like one of the Saints on my Tia Paz's altar. (1/?)

and like said Saint, it is waiting for a miracle to be right side up again. I have recently found myself thinking of the small ways women create their own witchcraft, where they find their own omnipotence. (2/?)

as a young girl I understood that when women gathered together for prayer, it was about more than god. or maybe I knew that they were god. in flesh and bone. sitting on folding chairs, covered in lace shawls. (3/?)

I also know that when I sit at a keyboard, I am not writing. I am praying. I am coaxing the god out of me and on to the screen. I am turning everything upside down hoping a story shakes loose. a small thread can be spun into an entire book if I want it to. (4/?)

I don’t know where I intended this thread to go lol. I’m writing my fourth book of poetry and it’s a really difficult one because the subject isn’t a lover or my father or my city. it’s me and my loneliness. and even if you’ve grown and healed...that shit is ROUGH.

I guess I’m just talking myself through it. I’m on the ledge and I need to jump.

here we go.