Genocide
It was the year of literature for me but you, Rwanda no longer have any kind of album. You who...
Adeline Virginia Woolf
Before she began her day’s work Virginia Woolf began to write painstakingly yet in a beautiful old-fashioned script in her diary. ‘Madness is not...
Diary of a Confessional Poet
Dizzying and introspective. My limbs soon became antiques with their own mood. There are frozen tigers behind the red brick walls...
The Imagined Journals of Sylvia Plath
The page frees me in a sense, in ways I cannot describe. I write and that is my life. I am a mother and...
Psychosis
There is a torment in waiting for the psychosis to break. You can never heal completely from that wreck. I...
The Woman With Two Shadows
To the scenic world at large that are still suffering in silence, I say, break the silence; add a visible, outspoken voice. There are...
A Bipolar Self-Portrait
The reason I am writing this is to help someone who is in the same situation where I found myself eighteen years ago, so...
In Praise of the Sleeping Woman as a Prophet -Part 2
Can we take violence from the magical design in the beauty of rain? The violence that we find within ourselves, on...
Blood Knot: Sleeping Woman as a Prophet, Part 1
I will not smile because that is not what attracts you to me. Instead it is fire. Instead it is sitting in the school...
A Scrapbook of Vignettes: Africa Where Art Thou
It is very hard to fall in love with something and give yourself over to it completely. Why do I write? I pay attention...