In 2017, I joined steemit, not knowing how much that act would change my life. When hive chain forked from steemit, I followed the train and continued to create content here. Hive became a lab where I

To prepare, to look the thing in the eye and make demands, to step through the fog into a clarity that is so bright you feel blind, to move a piece across the board and call it victory, flesh became reason.

I wrote this piece immediately after seeing the short film titled THE HOUSE IS BLACK by Forugh Farrokhzad, an Iranian Poet and film maker. The film reflected the suffering and sadness of people living

I dream of a surplice and plastic plants trapped inside curtains covered by electric lamps. There the room grows big with its ghosts and sleeps. Who will gently open the door into where i debone my fears

A lot of persons have expressed their bewilderment at my sudden decision to get married. No one is as surprised as I. Sometimes I sit back and wonder about how I moved from being against the idea of marriage

She's pretty but strange/smooth the skin/the veil/whittled down to smile/to mask the tide/the fever/ the haze/to move inside the flesh like something wrong/the wrong dress/mind/ all unreason/But listen

This is more of a meditation on Sunday, on today, on life. I wrote it on an app and for the life of me, I can't seem to be able to copy it. There are things that the beauty of a Sunday can't influence

Indeed you're so right, my friend @trucklife-family. I have recently discovered how music, surprisingly, classical music, which I didn't bother with before, moves me when combined with viewing either a

I love to rap music. I like the cadence, the rhythm, the word play, the way the words make the music bounce, the internal rhyme. I love it still but I recently times, I have begun to crave silent music,

Waking up each morning takes some grace. I don't mean grace in the biblical sense but rather grace in the sense of something taken for granted. Sleep, I consider to be the little death. It puts you in

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A long time ago, being ranked 70 on Hive was a big deal, at least for me. It meant one is an OG. While in those days, accounts with a reputation of 70 were often owned by whales, it was the feeling of

A poem

I know how morning wakes & makes supple its limbs again, how it rubs the worn down nubs of our sleep & enough static to make light enters our eyes & gently like a prehistoric piece of art,

The Notcoin airdrop is the largest onboarding event I have seen in crypto, at least in my part of the world. Tailors, bike riders, labourers, mechanics are tapping away on their android phones, expecting

Cold & lonely, the wind plays against my skin. It licks the damp foliage of my lips, It takes my breath away. Who dreams of a flower that has drunk beauty in the anguished bruise spilling all over

Today is another day with solitude. The lady is out of the house. I walked with her to the bus stop, took videos of her as she moved. This woman moves. Dust moves in the air like a silent host, spreading

The lady is off to work 👩‍💼and inside the flat is quiet except for the rustle of my breathing, the tapping of my fingers on my phone's keypad 📱as i write this and the sound of chickens pecking a metal

Content warning: subtle reference to suicide Eclipsed rain, Gather your language into the forest. Your lamp languishes into minutes. How brief; our laughter fritters away. Outside, a childlike light dims.

Despite the numerous interactive and immersive opportunity that are abound on the hive ecosystem, writing is still king. Yet, it is the most undernourished form of content creation in the ecosystem. When