a hole in the sun
there is a hole in the sun and it is shaped like Gaza
Category: on Rage
unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem
how can I tell you of my rage / the holy fire that makes and unmakes me
TDOR: our safe spaces become violent
I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.
the sound of angry people
Anger is exhausting. Rage burns in us and sometimes we burn too. Rest where you can.
this is not an obituary
Time is not really a flat circle; it does turn back on itself in an endless loop, but perhaps if we are lucky the loop is a spiral and we are getting somewhere ...
my heart burned open wide
I think that when we look for as long as we can — and look away if we have the privilege to be able to look away — it helps remind us that while the world is bi...