Beyond Tales

I would gather spittle in my mouth; stretch my hands over my head to reach the coffee stained teacup on the headboard of my bed. My little...

The line is sometimes difficult to draw; high mysteries and concocted protective devices. My grandmother calls last Tuesday with news about ...

I want music in a language I don't understand. I want the possibilities in mystery. I want the freedom in uncertainty I want pieces of m...

The tired excuse for homophobia in Ghana is that homosexuality is against our culture, and it’s a new thing young people are copying from th...

We have had things not done to us, all three of me. I closed the door it wasn't locked You could have come in You could have turned the ...

I am the mystery woman I am the hard to please mystery woman I am the crying hard to please mystery woman I am the touch me now crying hard ...

Anytime I cry, you slap me. Anytime I cried you slapped me. Now that you are not here, I am slapping myself and laughing. Crying and dancing...