an audio and digital journal authored by feeler and writer eniafe isis
our function is to feel
When we first arrive to this world we are without verbal language. We communicate through expression and sound and we learn our environment through sensation.
one day we’'ll know…
one day we’ll know that earth and family isn’t an add on accessory but a part of life’s fabric and weaving, without it we fall apart, without it we are not whole…
unfamiliar
On Wednesday, January 7, 2026, I wrote a transcription. It reads: “Note to self: Write deeper. (also to self: don’t act like you don’t know what this means.)” I thought I knew what it meant but I didn’t know until just a few minutes before I began laying these words down on the page. I began laying the words down shortly after hearing a voice in between the folds of sleep and awake. The voice said, “You have to name the feeling”.
to the Women…
I originally shared this piece/peace on March 8, 2024 also known as International Women’s Day, in the u.s., and also Judy’s (Mom/Iya) birthday. I come back to this piece often.
Today, “Mother’s Day” 2026, I am grappling with what words I share out into a world because this day carries so much weight – joy, and grief, celebration, and heartache…
respite’s breast…
This morning, a car drove down the block and I overheard the crooning voice of erykah badu, “I’ll call you back”, and my heart dropped down into my breath…
i’m a feeler, and i cry (a lot).
Feeling is a gift that I sometimes want to return. Lately I find myself cursing feeling, and then taking the curses back. My cursing is really because of the hideousness of all this “greatness”…
beginning…again (i left substack)
“I think that freedom ideally is being able to choose your responsibilities. Not, not having any responsibilities, but being able to choose which things you want to be responsible for.”
Toni Morrison
mirrors & windows
As I move these words from a place where the heart and mind meet, and thought forms and flows out from pen to page and then page gets transcribed into digital form, I am listening to the voices of Lucille Clifton and Sonia Sanchez vibrate out from the television.
empty page
Words are like an empty page. Even as they bare themselves, openly, ready, willing for you to savor them, words ask for nothing from you but welcome all of you, all that you are willing and able to give, all that you are willing to allow and all that you are willing to take in.
growing through
If you battled, fought and grew this last year in ways you are still processing, still reconciling, still unraveling, still cannot put into words, and if the growth is still in progress (and lets be real, growth is always in progress) I hope these words meet you…
day dreaming, and i’m thinking of you…
“In the forefront of our move toward change, there is only poetry to hint at possibility made real. Our poems formulate the implications of ourselves, what we feel within and dare make real…” Audre Lorde, Poetry Is Not A Luxury