Welcome to montrescher by me, qianya vinson (she/her/hers). I am a poet, fledgling novelist, knitwear queen, former burlesque beauty and all around black badass priestess in training living in SF. Sign up now or don’t…whatevs, do you. In the meantime,
Rosemarie tapped my shoulder to whisper, It’s time. I leapt to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed taking Grandma’s hand as she took her last few br…
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I got off the bus one stop early so that I could take the shortcut down Guerrero to 18th. By providence, I caught a stranger’s eyes on me as I exited t…
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A year from yesterday, I sat quiet with my grandmother on the couch in her living room. It was before the nurses were there around the clock. Before sh…
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This is a picture of me from 6 years ago, attempting to do crow pose in my kitchen. I centered my Manduka equidistant from the stove and butcher block …
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WordPress is a lovely tool, no doubt, but requires a bit too much thought and effort when all a bitch wants is to write. This year is teaching me to ow…
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I have been so busy with work. Right now I am juggling two jobs as I continue my regular public health role and then split that with being a Disaster S…
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The path to myself has had, and continues to have many, many detours. But I am working on being the one I choose, every time. we had we had a date and …
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