Perhaps we were too hasty to let everyone in. We have met our quota of huddled masses, with their tired limbs and unwashed asses. These bitten lips can no longer… Read more We’ve changed her name to Mother of White Christians Who Can Afford to Buy Their Wardrobes at Bass Pro Shops, sorry immigrants →
Put the birds on trial. Make them prove their worth. Every big-eyed creature will get their turn in our fair court: who said you could live here? how much can… Read more Worth →
A body is built with steps, years of lifting burdens, holding books, standing firm against every wind that comes. Its strength is visible in an eye’s wrinkle, heard in the hardness… Read more Open carry →
In youth, I was told to dig a tunnel. Said goodbye to the air above and plunged into dust. Plump with hope, I believed I would find a new light… Read more The light in the tunnel →
Dying at six learning to scatter losing your job to a machine with a hammer Instagram manifestoes presidential tweetstorms nationalism apologists convenient drone wars luxurious camo edible rhinestones selfies with paintings sprayed-on cheekbones everyone gets cancer debt is the norm twenty-room McMansions broken shoes for the poor children in cages rosé all day floods every year it’s the American way.
Those of us with storm brains and dark skin and valid distrust aren’t waiting for a white man to save us. We are building something more, waiting for a sign for the revolution to begin. And then? It won’t be scheduled. It won’t be sanitized. It won’t be hidden. It won’t be a question.
One foot in front of the other. Change is slow and raw. Find a quiet place in the early sun and thank her for the color yellow. Ask the man… Read more Pep talk for another week →
The erosion has found the old wounds, the shattered bones of natives and slaves that glint of gold. You unearth them, grind them to dust for fuel and you thought… Read more We’re not going anywhere →
