Don’t look away
No one can drag you to empathy, you must travel that road yourself. You pass horrors and choose to look at them closely — an autopsy of the human condition,… Read more Don’t look away →
Glory days
She’s cute, start a rumor. Oh, she’s mad? Make her madder. Look at that, now she’s crying. Take a picture, make it louder. She’s so ugly, tell it to her.… Read more Glory days →
Held down
The boys would hold my wrists, my arms, laughing, my own weakness a revelation. I hid myself in large clothes, camo, so the pink girls would be the better prey.… Read more Held down →
Submit
The seaquakes grow as summer fades. Warning sirens for days. Slowly the darkness, slowly the mouths gape to swallow as much as they can, so they sink, they become ocean.… Read more Submit →
A bullet for the president
Imagine protecting the most vile, a toad loyalty to a man in denial of his sky-high shortcomings, humming Dixie while the country burns. The gun is cocked and pointed at… Read more A bullet for the president →
For Heather Heyer
We are soft, you and I, crying as the world sets itself alight. Before we stand up to march we consider the hard truth that this might be the last… Read more For Heather Heyer →
It took his breath
This is the era of betrayal. The planet ruins us by the dozens, consumes us in water or fire to pay for something we stole. In the last moments we… Read more It took his breath →
What I did on the day the president turned on his country
My husband woke me gently, he said, “I love you, I am going.” I yawned, I rounded my back, I stretched and cracked. I entered the day quietly, tucking my… Read more What I did on the day the president turned on his country →
