by Tasha Fierce | Oct 28, 2022 | musings of a black femme, poetry
I’m tired of being happy for other people I know that makes me selfish Or maybe human It’s not that I don’t want other folks to thrive / I do I love seeing the joy in your faces & celebrating your wins & I want us all to get ours Get what we have worked for so...
by Tasha Fierce | Apr 18, 2021 | capitalism, media analysis, musings of a black femme, politics, racism & white supremacy, talkin' greasy, writing on writing
I’m in the midst of writing the proposal for MAGICAL DEPRESSIVE REALISM and I’ve been thinking about mainstream success, what it does to your perspective, what it requires you forsake and leave behind. In the social media microwave background are...
by Tasha Fierce | Oct 29, 2020 | musings of a black femme, poetry
is this depression? it’s anticipatory grief it’s the loss of a future it’s here-and-now grief it’s a pandemic it’s anger for having seen this coming it’s despair for our chances of surviving it’s regret for all i...
by Tasha Fierce | Feb 14, 2020 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, racism & white supremacy, witchcraft and religion
i want to talk a bit about love and what it means to me on this day for lovers. love, to me, is inherent to the structure of this universe. hell, even the multiverse potentially, but this universe for sure. i say this because we are able to exist here. the laws of...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 31, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme
like all journeys in life, the path to becoming is never linear. bumps in the road can make me shrink to protect against their impact. but here, near the end of the decade, i am leaning into the largeness of myself. i am remembering that vulnerability and authenticity...
by Tasha Fierce | Dec 24, 2019 | magical depressive realism, musings of a black femme, witchcraft and religion
i am on a makeshift writer’s retreat at our out-of-town friends’ home in the mountains of glendale, california. last night, wind gusted against the house, kept me up half-wondering if someone was trying to break in. this afternoon, the rain stopped, and...
