Letting the Poem Lead My Pen
Sometimes I sit at my little desk and just let the poem take the wheel.…
POETRY IN PROGRESS
Kabal Briar Admitting Truths While Revising Each Line
Some days revising feels like sneaking little truths past myself. I’m sitting at my tiny…
When Words Become Memory As I Write
Lately, I keep circling this phrase in my head: when words become memory as I…
When Writing Stings Before It Soothes
Sometimes writing feels like letting a bee land on my hand, hoping it’ll just rest…
Surprised by My Own Words While Writing
There’s a moment in writing where my own words catch me off guard. It’s never…
Some Words Recall Memories as I Write
Explore how writing evokes memories and identity, as words unexpectedly recall moments of Blackness, queerness,…
Words Waiting for My Realization to Catch Up
Exploring the patient journey of self-discovery, this reflective piece delves into Black queer identity, creative…
When Poems Insist on Being Written Down
Explore how inspiration strikes at unexpected moments in this personal essay on the creative writing…
When My Heart Takes Its Time
Explore the gentle power of embracing slow days, self-acceptance, and queer identity in When My…
Words Unspoken, Written in Quiet Moments
Explore the power of quiet writing moments and self-expression as a Black queer writer. Discover…