Meaning in the mess Challenges us to re imagine our society. Mini societies of the future? What will they be left with, what will our stonelore* be? Documentation storytelling — perhaps this is the ultimate meaning in an unavoidable crisis, change, destruction metamorphosis. “The climate scientists have done our jobs. Now it’s time for theContinue reading “Beauty”
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Uncle Sam, Grand Manipulator
Men have manipulated women, (cis, white, straight, rich men*) have manipulated humanity for the past 10,000 years.** Claims for power. Manipulation. Go hand in hand. Oh yes, I am Sam, I am. You named specifics and then said no to the full package. You manipulated. You played with our desires, men, And I speak forContinue reading “Uncle Sam, Grand Manipulator”
Slow Love
I. Let’s not listen to music, let the lyrics come on their own. Open the door. Let the birds sing. The ground sweat. You do not always have to be the dancer, alone in the corner, swaying under hanging plants and borrowed words. Do the birds sing of lost love? Do the trees dreamContinue reading “Slow Love”
The Game
How do I get these damn boys off my back? They call us girls? Call attention to my immaturity? You know what matures you? Curiosity, novelty, challenge. You know what these boys pretending to be men lack? Curiosity in a world inevitably spinning, novelty in a world made for their hands, challenge in a world shaped byContinue reading “The Game”
The Wind
Be with the wind, dear child, be with the wind because the wind will never fail you. It tells it like it is: present yet invisible until it pounds its mighty fist, roof tiles falling, refugees sprawling; the next day gentle, subtle whispers on the cheek, nature calling, mother asking for a forgiveness she does notContinue reading “The Wind”
Gossip Girl
You’d think that Chuck and Blair were my best friends in high school, how much they told me what to do, what I wanted, right, wrong, relationships, expectations, exceptions, assumptions. How many of these straight couples have we seen on TV, on the movie screen? You’d think watching the same story would have tired usContinue reading “Gossip Girl”
Watch the Gap
To the curly haired, now-slumped over, gloomily-looking-into-the-distance, 24 year old sitting on the train, who gave a dollar and an apple away: thank you. And it is not your fault. It is no one person’s fault. If it is, it is that of a few hundred white men, a few hundred years ago (rounding?)Continue reading “Watch the Gap”
Expectations
No more blind dates and no more forced chit chat; No more rushed sentences hoping that I’ll bite back; No more London blokes and no more blonde women; No more action before meaningful reflection; No more overstepping and no more indecision; No more pedestals and slow walking pedestrians; No more deep sighs across a deeper blueContinue reading “Expectations”
Choose
What choice did I have? I’m sitting in a torn, bright red, faux leather booth with photographs of the same old, white man painting a wall splattered on the table. I do not want to flirt with this long haired, slightly high-pitched voiced Brazilian in front of me. But what choice do I have? WhenContinue reading “Choose”
Litany
The thing is… it depends on how you define environmentalists. If you define them as the recyclers and the “good-doers,” the vegan eaters who see nature as something outside of New York City’s walls, then I am with you, my friend— I am tired of them. Don’t get me wrong, I nod myContinue reading “Litany”
Reaching Joy 