As a writer I never leave home without a pair of headphones, a pen/pencil, a charged phone & a journal. I love listening to the sounds of the city. All the bustling back & forth, your ears that pick up incohesiveness of multiple conversations being merged together, and the flow of crowds as you watch from a comfortable distance. When I am not in the middle of a crowd, people watching is pretty interesting & can teach you a few things about human behavior.

So why the pair of headphones? Well it helps me to focus. It helps me zero in, completely, on one sound. This one sounds I can either pay closer attention to or it becomes such a strong point of focus that all sound becomes irrelevant & its almost like watching the world as a silent motion picture; except it’s live.

Pen or Pencil, nothing has to be permanent when it comes to writing. Words & meanings can change. I am never without a pen or a journal, on the off chance that a new idea may come to me. A charged phone can also come in handy, although I try to resist using it. Why? I want to resist editing my work as I am writing. I would rather all my thoughts, and the feelings I wish to convey, flood the page, before I go looking over it with editing eyes.

3 reasons why people are the best source for inspiration: Free, Highly Complex & they have Impact.

Whether the music is on or off, once I am in the zone I begin to create space for myself & allow the feelings that I may be sitting with to come up. Most of the time, depending on where I am & what I am listening to, it hold some influence over the mood & flow of what I want to convey. The feeling is the ocean & I choose to float with & against its currents. As a writer I have been reflecting on what it is I want to say. What is my message? Where does my story truly begin, where did it end & where does it continue to live? How does it fit in the small & vast world we find ourselves in?

people gazing affords me the opportunity to renew my hope for humanity. when the act of kindness is offered without having been asked. when the act of love lives in the smallest gesture of human and nature interaction.

A Writer’s Toolkit Playlist

  1. It allows me to have a clearer mind.
  2. It allows me to slow down.
  3. I physically feel lighter.
  4. I’ve become more aware of my interactions with people.

When You Tell Me You’re Fine.

Tell me, How ya feeling fine,

When ya downing half the bottle,

And ya smiles become the

Stamped frown that you wear?

Tell me, How ya feeling fine,

When ya Pullin so hard

Cuz reality sucks

And the escapes no betta?

Tell me how ya feelin fine,

When they got you livin lies

Lovin on ya body

That you don’t wanna share?

If feelin fine means

I’m living for you

To dictate my moves

Cuz the vision of self don’t exists;

Then I guess it’s time to cut the cord,

Break loose, and redefine what great should look like.


Wish I understood 

Why actin salty

Felt so good.

Came so naturally. 

Expressed vividly. 

Wish I understood

Why it’s easier to be petty 

Than to choose ourselves and heal. 


Mind Yours • Going through Withdrawals 

Jo It Up!

Today, I was able to clear my mind, body, and reenergize my spirit. 6am came with the sun peeking through my window and found myself breathing deeply every ounce of warmth I could feel creeping it’s way into my skin. I could not stop soaking it up so I got up and started moving.

I stretch through the aches from lack of activity and begin to recite my mantra over and over … “I am courageous self love, I am trust, and I’m letting go.” I recite it as I breathe and let its truth wash over me settling every nerve until I feel steady; until it’s truth lives in my bones. I am ready now, more focused, and charged up to get started.

I get my clothes on plus a hoodie even though it’s blazin hip hop and r&b outside and I’m going to my roof. Complete sun. Looking back I realized I wasn’t sure what I was thinking. Anyway, I begin, I walk through the steps over and over using the corners of my roof as my point to reset. My shoulders hurt, but it feels good. I feel awake. I take a minute to admire the scene out in front of me. 

My home is so different now. Even the rooftops are different now too. I welcome the sound of the train passing by, its familiar, it’s part of home. That train has carried me to and from home, listened to every conversation, witnessed every step of my growth for as long as I can remember.

I reset. I move more sure letting my breath lead my steps. I keep going until the rising heat of my own body becomes uncomfortable.  With one last glance at the view I escape back into the cool air that waits for me in my apartment for rest.

Today will be a good day and it was.