But that’s not a bad thing, no matter how dirty the word has become. — I’m currently on hiatus. Why? Because a nigga finally accepted no one was coming to save her, so I needed to get my shit together so I can level up. Part of that process for me includes drawing inspiration and learning from folks who seem to have an area of…

How Sasha Banks and Naomi’s exit from WWE is echoing the sentiments of Millennials and Gen Z-ers everywhere. — Last week, after about a month of not making my moderately successful F*ck The B.S. newscasts, I was finally faced with the choice that people on the cusp of their big break tend to be faced with. Do I continue doing what got me here, or make a pivot in…

Part 3 in the short series for noobs who want to get started in the quickly evolving technology — So last time we spoke we reviewed exactly what crypto is and what your responsibilities are as a reader moving forward in this series. …

Part 2 in the short series for noobs who want to get started in the quickly evolving technology. — So last week we spoke about crypto and the red berry tech cycle. We learned that crypto is not just a coin, it’s the technology powering the next level of evolution for the Internet. …

A short series for noobs who want to get started in the quickly evolving technology. — Part 1: What is it? If you’re reading this, chances are someone you know and love has been talking your ear off about crypto by now. And because the space is so new there’s a good chance even after a decent google search, you still have absolutely no idea what the hell crypto is, or…

A poem for the grieving — the phantom of grief grips the heart with iron hands demanding stillness until pain becomes an all consuming moment asking: “Why did you leave me?” no answer will ever satiate the longing for return nor the hope to wake from what should be a bad dream but in the quiet between wails and sighs a still whisper echoes in the distance “i’m always here, by your side”

New poetry for healing by Jael R. Bakari — Who cower at the sound of the other shoe Contacting distant memories Conjuring images of hurt and pain Old wounds that never quite healed But refuse to fester May you find strength in surrender To the urge to blossom Through muddied layers of self expression May you be granted the courage To place fears in tiny boxes To be unwrapped as gifted memories Of the unhappy before

Self-doubt can cripple even the most talented of us; all the more reason to go for broke anyway. — What do you write about when your heart is filled with doubt? I never stopped to consider the question before because for me, writing had always been a means of escape. It gave me a way to process the complex emotional process that is being human in this world. But…

Thinking about the most elementary of writing maxims. — If you were to ask 100 writer’s for their most prescient piece of advice on the thing necessary to distinguish one’s self as a writer, I can guarantee you — without fail — someone’s gonna tell you to write everyday. I know this because I’ve watched the interviews with writers…