This is where I say the real stuff.

Not what I’d say in a grant application or from the stage.
Not what’s getting pitched to presenters.
This is the unfiltered version — the voice memo I send a friend.
The thought I can’t shake at 2am.
The conversation that starts on the evening porch and ends at morning light.

The Block. is my newsletter — part essay, part movement diary, part cultural side-eye.
It’s where I reflect on what I’m making, how I’m making it, and what it means to make anything as a Black artist, father, and human in this world.

Sometimes it’s about a new piece I’m choreographing.
Sometimes it’s about race, memory, faith, or fear.
Sometimes I’m breaking down Pinky and the Brain or remembering something my grandmother said that still haunts me.

It’s not neat. It’s not branded.
But it’s real — and it’s mine.

If you’re into process over polish, truth over performance, and storytelling that hits from multiple angles,
this is the place.

Pull up a chair.