Category Archives: Nocturnal Writings

The Summoning

The Summoning. She cried out, “BB! BB! My anxiety is KILLING me!” realizing the only one in that bed was she. In fact she couldn’t grasp the reality that she was actually alone now her words echoing against the walls, … Continue reading

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Are You Still Awake Too?

The Moon. She beckons me, calling me into the night. “Tell me your fears, release latent tears, follow me into the night…” * Sometimes I hold my teddy bear all quiet in the night. I squeeze it tight as though … Continue reading

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A Little Chaos in >600 Words.

Prologue I feel as though I’ve been dooped as though everything I’ve struggled through meant nothing but a way to coop myself inside the worst part of me to be suppressed and ne’er be free… I am writing this because … Continue reading

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Leap Day, Leap Year, Leaping, and Poetry.

Perhaps Leap Day is not all it’s meant to be. Black History Month sure has left me weak (but that is another post for another day). I started today needing some inspiration, I started today wanting to be free. However, … Continue reading

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New Year; More Violence.

I’m going to be honest, I had a couple of drinks for this one. I think at this point you know what I am referencing. The Colour of Violence Seriously, it might seem like this post is coming straight from … Continue reading

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[Non]Labeling, the Opiate of the Masses

What’s in a Name Purity. To be Pure. ‘In its purest form.’ all of us are we destined to perform the most willing form of conforming -to them- the land of the pure and free; the Whitest form. This is … Continue reading

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Prayer of My Flesh Now I lay me down to sleep, ravaged flesh of my people is drowning me. If I shall die before I wake, I pray we ne’er capitulate. -Amen Written by me 4.27.15. Stay strong in the struggle. … Continue reading

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Behind All the Books, Past the Academe

The Break. Conflictions inside my head has rendered my heart full of dread. What to do next and how to do it all perhaps I feel it all might stall. Perpetually in a state of nothingness surrounded by my books, … Continue reading

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Preview: Aren’t we All a Little Terrified by How Quickly we are Relegated to Silence?

Morning! Last night I wrote a bit about my initial thoughts on the bell hooks/Bey issue that had been circulating through the media. It’s my perspective of the sensationalization of the entire issue. Here’s a snippet. Check it out if you’re interested … Continue reading

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On the Backlash of hooks and the Terror of the Hegemonic Beast: Aren’t we All a Little Terrified by How Quickly we are Relegated to Silence?

In my one week of free space between academic obligations, I have decided to think about this whole bell/Bey issue being blown to great heights in the media. I’m ambivalent to discuss this at great length, as there are still … Continue reading

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