write me out of the family bible
I have no family but the one I choose. And I will choose them over and over and over again because I know what it's like to choose the wrong thing and suffer be...
Category: on Rage
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we are Atlas
a better world is possible it will take all of us to make it where 'all of us' means those who will do the work
a hole in the sun
there is a hole in the sun and it is shaped like Gaza
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.