poetry
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heaven is a campfire
I like to thinkthat before any of us had bodieswe sat around a campfirein heaven,leaning into its warmthletting the light touch our faces,our knees tucked up to our chests.The flames crackledlike tiny miracles,sending up sparksas if the stars were being… Continue reading
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definition
Woke /wohk/(adjective.) The moment a person stands uprightin the full measure of their seeing.As in what Pope Leo said:To be called woke in a world that sleepsthrough sufferingis no insult. Or,the strange conditionin which noticing the worldis treated as more… Continue reading
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the trouble with erasure
They took down the Pride flagat Stonewall,the birthplace of belonging,like lowering a clothcould lower a people. As if a history that rosefrom riot and refusalcould be dimmed,could be drowned,could be undone,by stripping its colours from the sky. She whispered as… Continue reading
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a mirror in minneapolis
Two liveswhose names readlike promisesthe world failed to keep:Good. Pretti. What a bitter sermontheir deaths preach:That goodness is no armour,that beauty is not spared,that loving your peoplewill cost your life.A dark gospelspelled out in their bloodon the streets of Minneapolis.… Continue reading