courage, or fearlessness, or fear and its absence
I used to be fearless. My mom says I couldn’t sit still in her lap as a toddler, and was always wandering away into the desert to bathe...
courage, or fearlessness, or fear and its absence
suburbs
ancestry and solidarity
a letter to anxiety
a lineage of sexuality
on screens and creatures
a story about not calling the police
on getting hurt and taking time
on toxicity
on magic
on skin
a poem about chairs that is not really about chairs
on education and worth
on missing
on the productivity of hope, and baby deer
on being mixed (part one of many)
on finding pleasure in the revolution
on riots
on honoring another person's truth
on fantasies