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Monthly Archives: February 2020

Gray

I am realizing I cannot help this girl if I do not let people know that she exists in the first place.

How to Read Auras, Astaxanthin, and Pink Noise

As an artist, the desire to be known is tied up in the desire to know. Expression and exploration are linked.

ORANGES

sometimes I’m sorry I was not
all green and yellow lights.

Vantablack

The visual cortex begins to interpret images and even change them before it even processes fully what they are, meaning that we often see things that aren’t actually there. 

Liver and White and Everything Nice

She was also, I should add, a very bad little dog, at least in the day-to-day business of dogging.

To the Woman at Kohl’s Who Gave Me Permission to Love My Pale White Skin

But I have to remind myself that the difficulty of others’ situations does not invalidate my own.

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The pencils are another matter.

New Kid and the Power of a Gold Sticker

New Kid and the Power of a Gold Sticker

I remember kids’ delight in the graphic novel section, the way they stacked book after book in their arms. But I also remember parents’ reactions when their kids reached that shelf.

Cerulean Waves

Cerulean Waves

I run down the dune to be closer to the water and it feels like I’m flying. I don’t think about climbing back up. 

sometimes the blue’s just a passing bird

sometimes the blue’s just a passing bird

it’s curious, the way we’re all tinted.

Her Sapphire Eyes

Her Sapphire Eyes

There’s something about the spotless sky and sixty-degree temperature that makes me wonder if God is personally sending an answer to our house like a speedy Prime delivery. 

Chantilly Lace, Benjamin Moore OC-65

Chantilly Lace, Benjamin Moore OC-65

Somewhere between coats two and three you realize that four gallons and the anticipated three coats will not be nearly enough to snuff out the old colors.

Across the Ocean Blue

Across the Ocean Blue

Pursuing a dream in English-speaking Europe is the vanilla ice cream with sprinkles of international travel for a North American.

A Yellow Poem

A Yellow Poem

But the truth is I’ll follow you like the yellow brick road.

Amateur Abortion Hour

Amateur Abortion Hour

Only a very few of my friends and family members hate women or God, no matter what Rush Limbaugh and The Nation insist.

#212732: The Color of Anti-Scrolling

#212732: The Color of Anti-Scrolling

What you see is what you get—the time is the color; the color is the time.

Our Black Lady of Winding Journeys

Our Black Lady of Winding Journeys

As I deconstruct my singular image of God, I am celebrating the multifaceted images of God as a black woman all around me.

My Mother’s Grey Hair

My Mother’s Grey Hair

My mother has earned every one of her grey hairs.

Silver Lining

Silver Lining

I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.

A Case for the Color Red

A Case for the Color Red

How much do we love red? We crush rocks for it. We smash bugs for it.

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