The holy, painful, necessary work of witness

Content note: domestic violence I get poems stuck in my head the way most people hum catchy songs. It's been this way for as long as I remember: I learned my first poem when I was 3 or 4 years old and I've just never stopped. The poem in my head this week is "The... Continue Reading →


No More

No More And the women say No More. And the men say No More. And the children and elders and my trans-sisters and brothers queer and straight, we gather to grieve and rage and hold one another because this is how we reclaim our lives. We converse with silence and the echo of doubt until... Continue Reading →

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