I wrote this in honor of a friend from high school who committed suicide. Thank you, Neil–always in life–for the inspiration. The litearary magazine Breadcrumbs chose to publish this piece. What an honor to be published by such a celebratory presence of literature.
Check out my essay, Naming It, found in my girl’s blog, FemaleFiletPartDeux.tumblr.com. It did not have a name. Not even coochie, coo-coo, va-jay-jay, la-la, holy land, “down there,” whatever. It was just that space between my legs. I knew It was something important, because It was more sensitive than any other part of my body. And…
A poem about changing neighborhoods.
A Collection of Interviews and Poetry from Today’s Poets
Because masturbation and Prince are important for one’s sanity
An article about me, done by my girl, Jacklyn. I love this mujer. I love this article. I love this mujer. “She speaks to the female. She speaks about female. She speaks about what she knows-woman-ess, interweaving her stories with first-hand accounts; she is documenting the traces of her, of the multiple her. The hair…
My first anthology, SMOKE, is my baby. Me. Honest. Bronx. Woman. Latina. Black. Afro-Latina. Me. https://www.amazon.com/Smoke-Mercy-L-Tullis-Bukhari-ebook/dp/B00T5L4SL2/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1480786701&sr=8-1