late to the new moon
it’s hard to touch my wonder the new moon feels the same as the old the sweet sticky illusion of something changing other than the angle of orbit we always […]
it’s hard to touch my wonder the new moon feels the same as the old the sweet sticky illusion of something changing other than the angle of orbit we always […]
i am laying here with a jellyfish sting fading on my left foot, thinking about the speed of responses and reactions. i was in the ocean off the coast of […]
what comes first the madness of seeing thru to the truth of an institution, a time or the bravery to point to show everyone what you see i suspect it’s […]
Read More… from tribute for shuhada sadaqat – sinéad o’connor
please tell them what’s happening in palestine what’s happening in palestine i don’t know and i know i should and i also do know i always know i […]
(pandemic joy is a community of radical spirits called together by malkia devich-cyril. we take turns sharing our hearts with each other, and this week i was asked to share. […]
Read More… from despite devastation, creativity (notes from a pandemic joy sharing)
my mother loves me my mother shows me i am meant to be loved whole my mother loves the wild world through my heart others call on her gift and […]
black boys should be allowed to lose their minds to make everyone uncomfortable carving out a place to stand alive in spite of what happened to their mothers […]
i’m trying to stay here trying to keep one root in the dirt spread wide listening for an echo of the ones i loved i’m trying to stay here on […]
don’t shoot there is a black boy at the door looking for his siblings don’t shoot there is a young black man ringing the doorbell don’t shoot there […]
soft pulled in to the earth by the weight full lost in the pale thick with darkness catching sunlight crushing, all around every texture on earth will be found here […]