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after Mickalene Thomas A sip of liquor from a creek. Saturday syndicated Good Times, bare legs, colors draped like an afterthought. We br...

At the risk of going a bit down the road of making a colorblind racist argument, I'm thinking more and more about how the crux of the on...

Watched Amber Ruffin and Lacey Lamar talk with Katie Couric about their new book: You'll Never Believe What Happened to Lacey. Amber sai...

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints ...

This week, the forces for white supremacy were besides themselves with indignant rage at cancel culture at work in eliminating the gender fr...

  Words & Music by Crys Matthews https://crysmatthews.com Used by permission

I spent two years not looking Into the mirror in his office. Talking, instead, into my hands Or a pillow in my lap. Glancing up Occasionally...

  In this time of transition from anger, despair, and loneliness to one of hope and possibility, we pause to consider the ways that we have ...

There are lots of ways to stay alive. You can wear soft clothes and focus on brushing your teeth and hydrating. You can ask yourself what yo...

Just as he fell in love with the dinosaurs, just as he would fall in love with the moon— no women in the world yet, he was only ten years ol...

  1:21 "I am manifesting protection..." Michaela Harrison I am manifesting protection There's a forcefield all around keeping ...

" The natural state of all writing is mediocrity. It's all tending toward mediocrity in the same way that all atoms are sort of dis...

  March 9, 2016 (12:37) "I want to say and re-say to anyone who ask me, I do believe in gratitude ("flowers") as  a kind of d...

 

 Article for prison justice : Building on Resmaa’s framing, I have been also thinking about power. It seems that power can show up as clean ...

from Bright Dead Things It was only months when it felt like I had been washing the dishes forever. Hardwood planks under the feet, a cord t...

  From  Bestiary   We never knew winter before this.  Winter where none of the trees lose  their needles,  where ice creaks the limb,  and t...

On Being with Ross Gay Tippett : I wanted to talk to you about justice and how you grapple with that reality, that aspiration, that concept...

Silent friend of many distances, feel how your breath enlarges all of space. Let your presence ring out like a bell into the night. What fee...

All morning I’ve thought of you feeding donkeys in the Spanish sun—Donkey Petra, old and full of cancer. Blind Ruby who, you say, loves car...