Still when I send my mother a selfie she asks Are you okay? You look sad
I am sad. And mad, actually
She is voguing, snake owning/ French-speaking, ass-kicking/ Backflipping/ She is awesome
Writing prompts to spark authentic connection.
I am a descendent of the people without names
remembered only in the water
that holds every soul she has ever been gifted
When I pass her, she ask...
Last Draft is proud to share a spoken word performance of the poem Black Power Dance by Brandon Wint.
Black Power Dance can be found in print in Brandon Win...
The World has never been too kind to us.
Ignorance often trails behind us like a lost child.
As she is she
& I am me.
These petty ego negotiations
Like small weeds blowing in the wind
At the base of my thick wooden trunk
They are nothing to me
Nothing compared to
My roots goin...
In the days growing up in Port Arthur, as it turned itself into Thunder Bay, I did lots of camping. This is in the middle of North-Western Ontario and camping ...
Sometimes the paper writes it for me.
Sometimes the music plays itself.
Sometimes my dreams are the way I choose to speak.
Sometimes I listen to myself.