I can’t define the connection that I seek / I think I’ll know it when I see it / It …
St Wulstan’s
This nature reserve was once an infirmary for American soldiers, then a TB sanatorium in the fifties, finally a psychiatric …
The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights
This poem I wrote on Tuesday December 12th, 2019. It is a prompt response to the Christmas classic “Have Yourself …
BREAKING NEWS! From trees to streets
Bulletproof-vested men carry canes they use to smash into others in t-shirts & hands up in the so-called largest …
Blackened Wildfire is Our Bloody Destiny
Part 1, Falling Phoenix Hear me like a siren in the night Fear me like the silence in the …
Key to Home, visual art
This piece addresses the history of trans people and one example of how we have historically been seen as sacred.
told-to-be-Truth | Editorial
image and inspiration: “The Day Jeffrey Epstein Told Me He Had Dirt on Powerful People,” by James B. Stewart. New York Times, August 12, 2019.
Two Loaves
Between two loaves diesA toyish tomato sliceThe ketchup couldn’t sufficeSo I was killed thrice. Loud is your empty voiceYou left …
The American Rose Tint
A palette the mind fills; shadows bustling like daybreak saints in the street glow— On margins grey of dust, there …
