Shameka ErbyI Guess That’s Why They Call It The BluesEvery once in a while, the ever repeating Twitter wheel spins to love, and the ways we see, feel, and give it. The questions run the gamut…Nov 20, 2021Nov 20, 2021
Shameka Erby2am In PhiladelphiaI’m awake again. In my apartment. As usual. I find myself compelled to type some words at this hour, to unwind my thoughts and give it a…Sep 8, 2021Sep 8, 2021
Shameka ErbyGoing Home AgainAbout five years ago, I was working for a social services organization. One of the things they offered there was case management — a…Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
Shameka ErbyHigh On The Hog and The Loss of My SanctuaryOn July 31st, 2019, my birthday, I moved from my own home back into someone else’s for the first time in 16 years. It’d been months in the…Jun 27, 2021Jun 27, 2021
Shameka ErbyA Writing MachineAs integral and necessary as music is in my life, my writing world holds it more on the periphery. I don’t need it to relax, or focus, per…May 7, 2021May 7, 2021
Shameka ErbyHow The Dark Man Brought Me The LightIn 1998, I was a freshman in college. College was the best and worst thing I’d ever seen. It was loud, and bright, and daring, and…Apr 10, 2021Apr 10, 2021
Shameka ErbyWeighty OpinionsI’ve been fat for thirty years. And I’m tired of talking about it. I’m tired of other people talking about it. I’m tired of being asked…Apr 6, 20212Apr 6, 20212
Shameka ErbyWhat Papi and Angel Taught Me About LoveIf you were alive, and fully aware, and not living under a rock, and you were not watching POSE, then I don’t know what you were doing…Jul 12, 2020Jul 12, 2020
Shameka ErbyWhen The Revolution Has Stage FrightInasmuch as we’re the masters of our fate, we’re sometimes the slaves to our anxieties. And mine are never ending. So here I go again. It…Jun 11, 2020Jun 11, 2020
