“THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share
“I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“I don't want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas?” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400+ years of free labor, forced servitude across the Trans-Atlantic, ass beatings, buying ourselves and families out of slavery, rape and plunder...but everyone else has monuments, special museums, and even… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share
“Whatever it is you want in this life, be it material things, a place you want to be, or an experience you want to… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share
“His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.” — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
