essays

What freedom means to me

A little over two years ago, I took the following photo while touring Mount Rushmore on my way to graduate school in Wisconsin. At the time, I marveled at how tiny the destination actually looks in person, and also at how overwhelmingly white the rock features are. (I mean this literally, although of course the… Continue reading What freedom means to me

poetry

The natural order

If there was ever a natural order, It is the part of you that knows To press a wound to stanch the blood, That knows to place cool cloth on the forehead Of the incapacitated, That knows.   Women have always been The knowers of this knowledge, Sacred protectors and keepers Of their children. Show… Continue reading The natural order

poetry

Tapestry of the oppressor

TW: This poem contains a racial slur. A few days ago in Santa Fe, New Mexico, A young white supremacist broke into and desecrated an Indian restaurant, Putting in an estimated $100,000 worth of damage. “Trump 2020,” and “Fuck sand niggers,” He scrawled in black graffiti. One of these phrases he painted atop a religious… Continue reading Tapestry of the oppressor

Personal writing, poetry

A timeless question

Through a telescope looking onto the past, A child laughs, Bathing with his brethren in the open sun.   Through that same telescope pointed to the near future, The child withers, Swaddled with his mother at home.   In the far future, The child and friends stand crouched and waiting, Wondering with the rest of… Continue reading A timeless question