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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: injustice

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • feeling trapped

    I’m doing a forty-day series of writing prompts to jump-start a novel that I’d let go of working on. I write each prompt in the voice of the character of my story. A lot of it won’t be in the story, but it is a lot of fun and I’m getting to know my character…

  • Kindness and Anne Frank

    Woke thinking about kindness, about giving, about change. How hurt people hurt people, themselves or others. Are some people hurt because few people have ever been kind to them? Maybe I’m being unbelievably naive, thinking like a fourteen-year-old girl doomed to be murdered by power-crazed regime, by people who killed humans en masse, like it…

  • 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…

  • Denial

    I saw a picture of Michael Brown’s mother as she heard the verdict. I felt her mother’s pain radiate into my heart, into my safe flat-screened life a roaring scream— and with the pain, my own weak shame: in my white-bubble youth I was taught justice would be served— to everyone, it says so right…