A poem exploring spirits. Originally published in Briarpatch Magazine, March 2021.

What might have made your ancestors laugh? What makes you laugh?

Offered without any desire to missionize or colonize your beliefs.

How did no one tell me we are made of mountains? What a secret to keep.

Equoni. Be like the river that runs past my house.

Dog puppet. Cat puppet. Ostrich puppet ? A small shrine. Animating the animal inanimate.

Excerpt from solo performance I created with ALP sourced material and resilience.

An inter-dialogue with my Board about what it means to decolonise Board practices.

How can we view conflict as a decolonising force within creative collaboration? How can we build our capacity to embrace conflict as normal? Cover image: beloved womyn

Kim and Larissa discuss collaborating

This seed titled, “What will Come From the Ashes?” functions best with an awareness of the content of the first seed I uploaded titled “May I Keep Her Floating?”, but does not fully rely upon the first seed. The two of them can be considered independently from one another. In this seed, I use wat

I felt compelled to be in the forest, my grand mother and great grand mother, on my mother’s side speaking to me. So much sorrow in my heart from many recent deaths. This sorrow deeply connects to the losses that these two ancestors in particular had to endure. Where to find faith and trust?

what do we reach towards? what is drawn to us?

a chance to walk the banks of the nile senses enlivened – a chance to feel into what my ancestors may have felt

During my 4-month ultrasound, my doctor informed me that my baby seed girl was in prayer pose.

my ancestral home of kemet/nubia/egypt the nile & its banks & the vegetation that grow around her resound with an abundance that resonates with the birth right of vitality

Travelling between two worlds. The Sea, it’s history and my ability to stay the course.

matrilineal pain