Self Love
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plans.
Day 14 of the #decolonize30for30 National Poetry Month Challenge, as posted on Instagram by @ jlcreator. Today’s Prompt: Turn the thing that makes you the angriest into a poem. well, i did it. i followed the prompt and birthed a whole emotional mess of words from a deep place of anger and hurt. i’m sitting… Continue reading
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protection.
Day 10 of the #Decolonize30for30 National Poetry Month Challenge, as posted on Instagram by @ jlcreator. Today’s Prompt: Write about what protects you. . unlearning how to hide how to go unnoticed . learning that i am worth fighting for Continue reading
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explosions
Day 7 of the #Decolonize30for30 National Poetry Month Challenge, as posted on Instagram by @ jlcreator. Today’s Prompt: What parts of you are being rebirthed? As you are rebirthed, what parts of you are dying? this is the me i was always meant to be this is me after being swallowed whole this is me… Continue reading
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this is for
Day 5 of the #Decolonize30for30 National Poetry Month Challenge, as posted on Instagram by @ jlcreator. Today’s Prompt: Dedicate a poem to your most recent teacher, who changed you with their lessons. (Teachers do not just need to be human beings.) this is for everyone who has seen my darkness and still loves me who… Continue reading
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“you suddenly complete me”
I’d forgotten about the song “Hysteric” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, from the album “It’s Blitz!” When I was first listening to that album over a decade or so ago, the song that I kept replaying over and over was “Soft Shock”. “Hysteric” would come on later in the album, and I would definitely sit up… Continue reading
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body
i am arriving, and parts of me are still emerging. this body is new. this body does not bear marks of desperation. this body glows, it melts, it creates rhythms. this body takes missteps but is not its mistakes. this body forgives me. this body makes memories but does not get stuck in the past.… Continue reading
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down time
I have a million things to do so of course I spent too much time in bed deleting hundreds of photos from my phone. What I noticed the most this time, as I was scrolling through the years, were all the sleepless nights and early mornings, every holiday, every weekend day and night, when I… Continue reading
About Me
musings and imaginings of what we could become. what kinds of communities could we create? what kinds of schools could we build? what kinds of relationships could we grow? we don’t have to live this way. we could become something different.