astral affairs

I am a meteor. Through wisps of clouds I see the giant see-saw bathed in blood, one end marked “personal” and one marked “political.” Billions stand by and scratch their heads, adding weight to either side, trying to even it out, trying to make it uneven, trying, trying, trying. I am a meteor, and myContinue reading “astral affairs”

cake, stories, and ceilings

In our present realm of oppression, it is apparent that anecdotal evidence is not given the esteem it so obviously deserves. We’ve heard voices chiming from corners big and small across the globe for decades now. We’ve read words and witnessed testimonies. We’ve flinched at headlines and chosen realities that are more comfortable, more suitableContinue reading “cake, stories, and ceilings”

How the South has Softened Me

I once wore a reflective suit of armor crafted from impatience, resentment, and cynicism. At the time, I believed that it protected me from the pain and suffering of both my internal and external realities. It was a shroud that kept people at arm’s length, even when I let them believe that they were aContinue reading “How the South has Softened Me”