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I’m a writer, artist and designer who thinks way too much, and tries to see the beauty in the world.

Category: current events

  • Dear Judge McKeon

    Dear Judge McKeon, A 40-year-old Montana father raped his 12-year-old daughter. Repeatedly. You sentenced him to 60 days, of which he will serve 43. For good measure, he must pay $80 and “future medical care for his daughter.” You mean, I think, for his victim? Forty-three days in jail for raping his 12-year-old daughter. Repeatedly.…

  • Dear Melania

    Dear Melania, Do you mind if I call you M? I don’t want to waste too many keystrokes. Never fear. I’m not going to be mean, or unfair. I’m just going to tell a story. Someday, some far-off wonderful day, you will be remembered like a princess in a fairy tale. (Yes, I think you…

  • For Terence

    For Terence

    For Terence It’s like some evil game nightmare edition of Simon says Why do so many people who look like me comb over the footage, looking for a misstep? The questions begin, inevitable hateful cloaked in willful blindness the cloak victim-blaming always wears: “Yeah but–was he fully complying? Why didn’t he comply exactly?” The wrong…

  • On sitting down with fear

    “Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” –Hafiz Fear is ever-present, a room in every house. I think it must be acknowledged to be lived with. Denying fear’s existence, its slithery form under the bed, under the pillow, in your head, in your darkest…

  • Bursting

    Bursting Clouds rip open like my heart bursts – whoosh, closed to wide open Swoosh: a purple umbrella floats past; droplets slip, wiggle mercurial jelly-dots. We swim in the same pool, this heavenly, dirty fishbowl.  

  • After the goldrush

    I’ve been drunk-binging on nature lately, pulled from my grind-screen work and what I ‘should’ be doing to spend hours just gazing at the wonders of the fall. I end up working way too late to compensate, but you can only see the foliage in the daylight. Such transformation is amazing. It gives me hope.…

  • The beautiful rowdy prisoners

    The beautiful rowdy prisoners

    I heard voices, and not just the recorded ones in the audio headset. I also heard the voices of prisoners past and prisoners present, calling me to attention.

  • Love is the answer

    I’m not religious, and I hope I don’t offend anyone by saying what I believe. I believe in a higher power. I believe that higher power is manifested most purely in love. I don’t mean only romantic love, though that is one form. In our culture, that kind of love is held up as a…

  • To a certain Facebook friend (In memory of Tamir Rice)

    “I don’t understand,” you commented, “how is it racist? If those kids were raised right—they wouldn’t be shot.” Raised right, commenting friend? I choke on my anger but I’ll try not to judge you I used to believe in TV news and fairy tales, too, but now I want you to imagine reality. Imagine it,…

  • Chokehold

                        Chokehold “I can’t breathe!” Eric Garner’s last words, gasped as Officer Pantaleo’s hands squeezed his windpipe shut. “I can’t breathe,” Garner pleaded as he died, begging— every cell in his body screaming for oxygen. “No reasonable cause,” said the D.A., when the grand jury choked…