A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft
It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.
Relaunching the Black and Asian Feminist Solidarities column with a conversation with the author of Concentrate.
The estimate comes down to six hundred missing,/ the estimate comes to a son flying off a bridge.
So much of art is speaking, but art can only be made by listening to the world around us, forming our own distinctive definitions of that world in tandem with what we learn and who we choose to look for.
“A Beautiful Relationship” and “The Price of Freedom”
The way she speaks will make you certain that she is the only one still alive.
In resistance, we are at the neck of injustice, holding our breath, proving our matter.
i am re-writing / his life. no debts. no fights.
The most important love we have will always be for ourselves and our lives. It is only from this lodestar, our own definition and practice of love, that we can turn love back out into the world and towards our people.
We’d video-game or anime-binge or dream aloud about a future as bright as our childhoods.
How many times she must have labored to make you stop crying, and how many times she held you, acknowledging your pain as you cried.
I’ve been reading up on comfort and chaos. I like missing you.
It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.
The way she speaks will make you certain that she is the only one still alive.
Relaunching the Black and Asian Feminist Solidarities column with a conversation with the author of Concentrate.
In resistance, we are at the neck of injustice, holding our breath, proving our matter.
The estimate comes down to six hundred missing,/ the estimate comes to a son flying off a bridge.
i am re-writing / his life. no debts. no fights.
The most important love we have will always be for ourselves and our lives. It is only from this lodestar, our own definition and practice of love, that we can turn love back out into the world and towards our people.
So much of art is speaking, but art can only be made by listening to the world around us, forming our own distinctive definitions of that world in tandem with what we learn and who we choose to look for.
“A Beautiful Relationship” and “The Price of Freedom”
We’d video-game or anime-binge or dream aloud about a future as bright as our childhoods.
How many times she must have labored to make you stop crying, and how many times she held you, acknowledging your pain as you cried.
I’ve been reading up on comfort and chaos. I like missing you.
