She had been walking for an unknown length of time. Only after making a sharp right turn in the labyrinth did she snap out of her daze and realize herself. She stopped for a moment to take in her

Part I  The divine woman rose from the dust of her fallen father and grandfathers.   Her naked body warm and beating with life. Her hair so long it brushed the ground she walked on.   She was gifted

Brown girls can do ballet!   I scream to students   Who don’t understand   What it is like   When your life depends on the color and shade of your hands.  I dance in the living room,  

Sarafina Sarsaparilla wasn’t sure why she was here. Sitting in the sheriff’s office, staring at the scratched-up desk made of ebony wood. This, she knew for sure, was the end. She twiddled her thumbs, staring down at them, her wooden chair

A small satyr climbs into an ancient woman satyr’s lap. The crackling fire in the hearth and the soft red armchair give the sitting room a cozy vibe.   “Grammy, tell me again

Translation of Pertenencia by Sophia Prada The heart calls my attention–  I am dreaming, but not in a cloud.  The heart doesn’t need permission.  If you listen closely, it’s like drum music  Or, poems, lyrics to grasp your mind, 

English translation: The Heart’s Feeling of Belonging / written and translated by Sophia Prada El corazón me llama la atención.  Estoy soñando, pero no en una nube.  El corazón no necesita permiso.  Si escuchas fuerte, es como un tambor.  Puede ser como la música,  o como poemas que agarra tu mente.  Como las canciones que capturan un ritmo.  Y si solamente ves las nubes,  te bloqueas de la realidad.