Aziz Ansari And The Missed Cues
Another man joins the ranks of predators and this time it’s a brown, woke man called Aziz Ansari.
Abuse
Rape Culture, One Accidental Anal Joke At A Time
A viral tweet made me think about how ‘accidental anal’ is rape. And it brought the manosphere out in force.
My #MeToo Check
#MeToo has just broken out. I’m doing a check on all the ways this describes me. Yes, Me Too.
Poem For An Ex I May Have Told You About
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
I Want To Stop Counting But I Don’t Know How
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
BOOK: In The Last Chance Saloon
The first time time I read ‘The Last Chance Saloon’, I didn’t like what it did to me. Which is not to say that I didn’t like it.
F for Four Year Old Lessons
This is something I wrote at one of Rochelle’s workshops. I haven’t edited it too much and I might consider performing it. Then again, once I put it out there, I might not need to anymore. This is a delayed poem for the April 2015 A to Z Challenge. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Four…
Passive Aggression
Passive Aggression did that.
Old Healed Wounds That Ache In Bad Weather
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
Tiny Tales: Luka
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.