Closing Out The Year With A Bang, or Attempting To.

So, we all know by now that I have a bit of trouble with consistency. Be it because of life and it’s obstacles, or just the fact that I sometimes lose sight of myself and my gifts; I am forever talking about how I want to refocus and pull it together. Though I haven’t fully

Content.

For those of you who have stuck with me through this nearly 4 year journey; first, THANK YOU! And second, I would love to know what you all would love to read here on the site. What topics don’t you see a lot of writers, and specifically black writers, touch on? Is there a particular

A Place In The Sun (Intro) by YoLana Crocket

Harlow Cove may as well have been a ghost town. The insufferable heat drove it’s weary residents in from their fields and duties, in search of relief that would never come. Hot air breezed through open windows, sweat dripped and stuck like salty sap on the arms of housewives and mothers trying their best to

Work In Progress, #1 (An Update)

So, I’ve finally reminded myself that I’ve been doing a little too much playing around. And by ‘playing around’, I mean not putting my talent to use. Doubting myself entirely too much. And just being plain old LAZY. I’ve been telling myself that I have to stop using these sad and depressed moods of mine

I Need To Get Back Into It.

A few years ago, I wanted to work on my nervousness/shyness as well as an extreme stuttering that suddenly hits me whenever I am forced/put into any public speaking situation. Being a poet, I figured that eventually it would only make sense for me to veer into YouTube with videos of my own. I began

A Consistent Tale Of Inconsistency

Hey. Hello. Hi there.   Yes, I’m back, after another unexplained hiatus … with lots of ‘excuses’. While there have been so many hard and sad things happening in my life as of late (more so in the past month); I think I should only state that my mood towards writing has been a mixture