Honey, my earth is merciful. You understand? / I call you mine not as ownership but because / you are a part of me.
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How We Hold The Dead
“If you dream it—” The Woman says to a no one, no one thing. And a no one, a nothing is a She that is no longer a body and no longer a name, but a vibration space.
Waiting Rooms
Feliks Garcia was working on this essay when he suddenly passed away on February 24, 2017.
Outta the way, Muslim
It’s what I am, undeniably. Brown skin, long clothes, hijab wound twice around my hair. In this moment, it is both fact and insult.
Apocalypse Logic
Two boston-tilixam asked the people in line behind me, “Is this the line to get in?” When they heard that it was, they went to the front of the line.
A Hashtag, A Movement, A State of Mind
Public appeals to government officials remain a powerful way to build support and make allies. Another powerful way, maybe more so, is to write. Write the story. Write the arguments.
