January—
I had my first official New Years Kiss with someone I love very much.
I played the The Criminologist in The Rocky Horror Picture Show at Portland Music Hall with Consensual Daydreamers.
With Speak About It, I got to see Oronde Cruger lead a conversation with Peggy Orenstein and got a signed copy of her book Boys and Sex.
Therapy has been feeling really good; particularly in being aware of patterns and the need for kindness for myself.
I left my job at The Opportunity Alliance.
I named that 2020 would be my year of ART.
I began to edit Dee Clarke’s autobiographical play The Last Girl. I have been really blessed to work with her virutally every week this year.
February—
I got to run a poetry workshop on social justice for the University of New England’s Social Work program in Biddeford, Maine.
I performed a group piece with my friend Samaa Abdurraqib in the Renegade Writers reading at The Portland Ballet. We also shared individual poems of ours.
I was in Portland Stage’s Play Me a Story series twice this month.
I gave too much of my emotional energy to a couple of people who did not deserve it.
I went to Minneapolis, Minnesota for Black Table Arts’ Garden of Black Joy anthology release and got to be one of the readers there!
There was a week when my panic attacks were bad.
I got accepted into Sundress Academy for the Arts’ Writers Coop in Knoxville, Tenessee for July.
I published essays in venues such as The Tempest, RaceBaitr, Black Youth Project, O Dot School, Black Girl Nerds, and Rooted in Rights.
I published poetry in Misery Tourism.
March—
I got to co-facilitate a writing workshop as a guest artist for a week with The Telling Room.
I got accepted into Randolph College’s (located in Lynchburg, Virginia) low residency MFA Creative Writing with a focus in Poetry. First semester was to start with a week long residency on campus, then a virtual 20 week one on one mentorship.
I participated in an insightful and fun training with the Maine Youth Action Network about facilitating in spaces for youth.
I played Z in the play Storage with Bare Portland until we had to close the show early.
The COVID-19 crisis messed with a lot of my poetry and acting gigs, which has caused me and many loved ones lots of anxiety and stress.
I began facilitating the Sunday writing workshops with Quill Books & Beverage and Tuesday open mics with Port Veritas online for the first time thanks to Ctrl+Art+Distance (created by my friend Ella Mock)
I published essays in venues such as The Tempest, Black Girl Nerds, Rooted in Rights, Matthew’s Place, The Gay Gaze, and MetroUK.
April—
I shared poems I admired on my Instagram stories for National Poetry Month.
My dermatillomania started to be come much harder to manage than usual.
I did my first online poetry showcase called “There’s No Way There’s That Much Love” on Facebook Live.
My brother had an overdose, but he recovered well.
I questioned whether or not it would be worth continuing this series because of how hard this year has been.
I did an online poetry event with my friend Samaa Abudrraqib and Indigo Arts Alliance. It was interesting learning how to share our group piece in an online format.
A group of my friends and I maintain a weekly email chain of sharing our poems with each otther. It has been so joyous and needed.
I published a poem and essay in Terse Journal.
I published essays in venues such as The Floor Mag and Matthew’s Place.
May—
I started a job at MaineTransNet as their Sexual Assault Program Coordinator. I coordinate support groups for trans survivors of sexual assault (SA) and domestic violence (DV) and develop educational programming on cultural competency for trans survivors for people who work in the field of SA/DV. It has also been wonderful coordinating art focused support groups for survivors and coordinate some of the logistics for MaineTransNet’s online art auction for trans artists. I love my job.
I did online writing workshops with youth from Engine (Biddeford, Maine) and Arts in Reach (Portsmouth, New Hampshire).
I performed an online feature for Boston Poetry Slam.
Boston Poetry Slam’s venue, The Cantab, closed.
Myles Bullen and I performed as a dual feature online for The Dirty Gerund and Slam Free or Die.
Port Veritas had the opportunity to co-host an online poetry telethon with fellow New England poetry venues to raise money for incarcerated folks.
I made a TikTok!
June—
My mental health wasn’t the worst it has ever been, but it was definitely different, and I was still struggling with it. I had to develop a whole other set of coping skills not only because of COVID, but because of losing so many Black people whether in my personal life or witnessing that through the national scale of police brutality.
I had to reschedule my residency for SAFTA to October.
I was supposed to co-facilitate a two week workshop series with Gibson Fay-Leblanc for Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance in person. Then we shifted it to online, and didn’t have enough registrations to go through with it.
My first semester at Randolph had to shift to completely online. But it was completely wonderful getting to meet the faculty and the poets in my cohort. Eloisa Amezcua was assigned as my mentor!
Surprisingly still got work in a short film and commercials.
I published an essay in Black Girl Nerds.
July—
I started medication for the first time: twenty milligrams of Prozac.
I visited family out of state for the Fourth of July. It was wonderful to see them and to hug more people outside of my bubble of two people I hug in Maine. However, it was also so anxiety inducing traveling. So navigating that along with family boundaries because of COVID amongst other stuff led to a lot of crying that whole weekend.
August—
I got to facilitate a writing workshop for EqualityMaine’s online summer program for youth.
Depression was pretty high this month. At its highest since the year started.
September—
I republished a poem from Frost Meadow Review to the Interfaith Youth Core’s Interfaith America online site, and Anis Mojgani saw it!
I got to work with a Sikh dancer and a Mormon harp player who were fellow Interfaith Youth Core alums through The Peace Studio’s 100 Offerings of Peace campaign to create a video through poetry, dance, and music about peace amidst the storm.
My sister got engaged!
My friend Mia and I began working on a video essay podcast series about the depiction of suicide in entertainment called Dying/Laughing. The first episode will be released in February 2021!
I published an essay for Black Girl Nerds, and Reverend Monica Coleman saw it!
I participated in an art virtual chat with Mad Horse Theatre Company.
October—
Switched to 37.5 milligrams of Effexor. Two weeks later, started 75 milligrams of Effexor.
I attended my SAFTA residency thanks to MaineTransNet’s support and SAFTA’s safety regulations. Had a panic attack on the plane ride there though.
I have been writing more poems in form.
I became friends with Brooke, who also became my illustrator for a children’s book I am working on about suicide.
I performed in a play via Zoom in the role of Cheerful in Insulted. Belarus(sia).
Mia and I started applying for grants for Dying/Laughing.
I published an essay for Matthew’s Place.
I published two poems for Littoral Books’ anthology ENOUGH!
November—
Myles Bullen and I performed and had a Q&A with students at Bowdoin College. It was MAGNIFICENT.
I renewed my contract with Dirigo Talent Agency to continue to obtain acting work.
I was one of the three artists selected to represent Maine in The Kennedy Center’s Art Across America series.
I published a poem in Pensive.
I completed my first semester of my low residency MFA!
A LOT of hard work in therapy processing the end of the year, prepping for my sister’s wedding, and more.
December—
I facilitated a workshop on mental health and storytelling for the Feminine Empowerment Movement Slam.
I got accepted into Construct’s residency on Post-Singularity Media Literacy for February-May 2021.
My car got stuck during the first snow in Southern Maine.
I got to collaborate with Samaa Abdurraqib again and we got to perform our poem again at The Telling Room’s online writing program.
I facilitated a spoken word workshop with youth from GLSEN for the second year in a row.
I got to see my family and friends safely for the holidays and my sister’s wedding. The least I felt safe was at the airport.
I am in the midst of memorizing monologues for an audition in January for a modernized retelling of Othello with a majority Black and POC cast. Fingers crossed that I get to be a part of that!
I published poetry for venues such as A Gathering Together and FreezeRay.
I published an essay for Carefree.
I began my second semester of my MFA program.
I read a total of 44 books this year. I’m not going to berate myself about it being a smaller amount than usual, because it’s a lot considering how exhausting the pandemic has been.