Perihelion: On Withering, Watering, and Being In Bloom

My muse flew free, and I watched him go with the same energy anyone would have as they watched a terrible yet inevitable thing happen. In short? I was indignant, then nonplussed.
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My muse flew free, and I watched him go with the same energy anyone would have as they watched a terrible yet inevitable thing happen. In short? I was indignant, then nonplussed.
Read More...Those ongoing narratives of discovery - at the intersection of social media and the search for God's face.
Moments that Break Through the Noise
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Life Beauty Culture
born unapologetic
(african diaspora, ph.d.)
Black woman. Lover. Mother. Creator.
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker