Its name was a mental picture of a sunset on a specific day with cultural meaning to it plus personal memories of its family and the memory of three smells, almost like three tones of music, which we had no true parallel for. Pepper, lemon, and hot stone would be close but insultingly far off ( Read more... )

Our racism was strange to them and their racism was strange to us ( Read more... )

The problem was their terrific understanding of math regardless of having no spoken or written language ( Read more... )

The airport wasn’t packed this time of night. I scanned the thin crowd for my audition ( Read more... )

This is a note concerning suicide prevention awareness day ( Read more... )

I miss having Jupiter in the sky ( Read more... )

I feel that this poem needs an introduction and a trigger warning. This society portrays women as end goals. Things to be achieved. Objects to be won. It tells men that there are winners and losers and nothing in between. I have heard that there are rapists out there that don’t know they’re rapists. I can start to understand how that’s ( Read more... )

I love Granville Street
clubs on a Friday night. They
are a cure for hope.

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My heart is not as black as crude oil ( Read more... )

The universe is full of life but we’re the aberration ( Read more... )