As If It Were Today
Death is funny. It plays tricks on you. Death grabs your hand, twirls you around mercilessly, never lets you out of its dance. You become so dizzy, in fact, that … Continue reading
Most of Us Are Already Illegal
Rainy, gray-gloomy day. News across Turtle Island of white supremacist attacks and even murder as well as white supremacist infrastructure readying its brutal, annihilationist power. Politicians on all sides, from … Continue reading
Love Letter
I’m not sure I’ve ever received a better love letter (though I’m happy to be proven wrong in the future!). Nor a more startling one, and one that truly warranted … Continue reading
Bookended between “Bitter” and “Sweet”
“Bittersweet”: that’s the lone word, more than any other, that has stuck with me throughout the long, winding journey of gathering the pieces for an anthology on grief, loss, and … Continue reading
Reflection on Home
A lanky, wizened man in faded overalls, his face crisscrossed with lines of years of stories, tapped me on the shoulder at Honeybee Market as I loaded avocados and Topo-Chico … Continue reading
What We Still Have
Possessions have meant less and less to me over the years, especially since my parents died. I saved almost nothing material of them. And the small, portable mementos I did … Continue reading
Six Months, Less Light
I hadn’t thought about it while gazing at these three glittery-lit deer way back when, six months ago today, but I was also on another nightly lookout, for another dear: … Continue reading
