I was thrilled to have Critical Read publish a short essay of mine in early November 2020 as part of their "Art is Essential" series. The essay talks about my thoughts on spring via a Robert Frost poem at the beginning of the pandemic, things which are starting to feel familiar as we cross the … Continue reading Publication Notification: Critical Read
"This is not America," but this is her fruit.When the soil is bad, you get rot at the root.When the rotten tree cracks, it should be no surprise,except maybe to those with its log in their eyes.
I grew up on radio drama and always wondered what it was like behind the scenes in the studio. At the beginning of this year, as I was listening to an amazing audio drama podcast, Wolf 359, I started dreaming of writing an audio drama myself. Yesterday, someone on twitter asked what was keeping me … Continue reading Why not make an audio drama
When the western templecollapses, crushing the pantheon of patriots on their stone horses, When we claw from the ruincrawling between decapitaled columnscoughing in the rasping rubbleof our alabaster idols, Who will tend our hands,burnt on the ropesin the war of tugthat brought it all down? Image by falco from Pixabay
Their hold on me had long since loosened. Still, when my parents begged me to decline the Neptune mission, I paused. Glanced at the star stickers on my old bedroom door. Peeled one free....
i am the orbit of your potential waiting wreath in your wake closed to the naked eye i bend the light around us you are cloaked in dandruff allergies and occasional zits render invisible the magnitude of you but i am the ceremonial headdress the shimmering testament i am an outline hovering in direst extremities … Continue reading The Wings at Your Back
I dreamt once, when I was very young, about being chased down by the police. It was the first nightmare I remember remembering, and I felt so ashamed about it I didn't tell anyone about it then. In my dream, I was walking down my street when a car drove past and threw money into … Continue reading On being right (probably part 1 of…)
Black lives matter. Is there anything to add? Black lives matter. Is there anything more to be said? It's not my story, not my experience. I'm on the privileged side of so many spectrums of power, so I should probably just stay quiet and listen. I want to amplify Black voices and the voices of … Continue reading It’s time to be an anti-racist
The river in Midland floods all the time. Okay, maybe not every summer, but practically every other summer, it seemed like. Definitely every five years. People whose houses are in the flood plain can give the actual statistics of this better than me. Our family friends who own the Igloo house (yeah, it looks like … Continue reading And Midland Floods Again
I need to turn off the news I need to turn off my phone I need to go breathe some green air I need to sit softly alone I need to get off social media (this has been true for some years) All it does is add oil to the fire and inflame the red … Continue reading Each Brave Day