Make them endure, give them space
From Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino, translated by William Weaver— The Great Khan’s atlas contains also the maps of the promised lands visited in thought but not yet discovered or founded: New...
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Today I woke up and simply could not. Today, living in my skin — my scarred brown skin that took me years to accept, my skin that I spent my childhood desperately trying to lighten, my skin that...
View ArticleOn Verity La and ‘About Lin’ by Stuart Cooke – some receipts
aka, second verse, same as the first. I wrote this over a month ago, but didn’t post because I felt it wasn’t polished enough. I’ve decided to go ahead and post it now, anyway, as a kind of point of...
View ArticleReposting as a reminder to self
I wrote this almost five years ago; it disappeared from the web when I had to take my writing down for safety reasons. These days– well, the safety concerns are still there, but I feel stable enough...
View ArticleThe open hand
The landscape of mourning has changed in this time of pandemic, and yet it somehow remains the same. Those times I have encountered death it has been the most silent place — where speech ends and the...
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