Years that answer
Years that answer
I write notes to myself to remember. I keep scraps I don't want to forget. Here are some from the past year.
If you light a blue candle and look back at all the notes you wrote to yourself this year, and all the scraps you kept, you’ll see your heart staring back at you, telling you what kind of year you had.
In fragments, here was mine.
Even words are creatures of habit.
You can’t force poetry. Or anything else.
Make a list of everything you hold against yourself.
Try to forgive every one.
What if you wrote down what people tell you about yourself?
What would happen if you believed it?
I’m sorry for the things I said before I understood.
“Imagination is a requirement of abolition. We have to invent a new world and new ways of being with each other. We have to prefigure the world in which we want to live. That means living now the way we hope the future to be.”
- Mariame Kaba
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The essential unit is not the individual. It is relationship.
The gap between speaking and being understood.
Time means nothing here.
(Make your home here.)
I am learning to live with spiders.
I am learning it’s better to live in your toes than on them.
Conflict is a site of possibility.
“Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion."
- bell hooks
The friends who want to talk about the future with you are the ones who want to build it with you.
Poem where nothing happens
I wake up
in the dark
& decide
to go on
