Monique J.
Hair
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Voices of Recovery
Lush Life
In college, I majored in Voice, but my studies took a backseat to a steady diet of cocktails and cigarettes. The school’s music program had a distinguished opera faculty that took the train from Manhattan to Poughkeepsie each week to give us lessons. I didn't care...
Filling the Hole
It was 2004. I was incarcerated in Wisconsin’s Dane County Jail. I had forged checks on the account of my seventy-year-old friend, Miss Milele Chikasa Anana, one of the most prominent, renowned, highly respected members of the African American community, Madison,...
We Will Let Our Light Shine Wherever We Are
As I sit here again, being the only person of color in the room, I tell myself WE are allowed here. WE are going to let our light shine wherever WE are. My critical parent showed up to tell us our lines aren't straight. And WE say... of course they aren't; we are...
Life Force (HP) Outside My Window
Dew drop glistening with light shining through, drops to the ground only to slowly form againCherry blossoms bursting alive, proudly showing pink petals amid tangled branchesHeat waves from a roof vent shimmering like a mirage, reminder to be grateful...