I don’t know if I am done, or if I will ever be done finding new questions. It’s an open endless question with no interrogation or answer

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

i sat by the red sea in 2023 the waters & the aliveness within healed my body-spirit this is some of what they spoke to & through me

Short Story

This is a poem inspired by Sarah Rossy’s poem “Eat the Fruit” and connects with a drawing I did of my ancestor during the Ask the Mountains online arrivals process in 2022.

This is a song that found its way to me as I was attempting to create a libation ceremony for my Ancestors lost on the journey from St. Vincent to Balliceaux and from Balliceaux to Roatan.

Mutya and Larissa get to know each other through data.

Painting – digital watercolor and acrylic

Wire bent into a spiral with handmade braids. Some of the wire and pink braids have been repurposed from River Stories/ Ocean Song installment. Remembering where I have come from to radically liberate myself.

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

AI image of Desi Futures

It begin with a blank page for the forgotten languages of where I came from. It ends with a blank page for the forgotten languages of the land where I settled. These are the languages that live within me.

Inspired by Olalekan Adekokan’s Agogo Ayo, I explore the balance between then and now, here and there.

A Creation Story

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

Offered without any desire to missionize or colonize your beliefs.

First draft of a song about my experience learning languages.

matrilineal pain