An eclipse poem

On the eve of the eclipse, she slept with her head downhill, and woke to the sound of woodpeckers chiseling their faces into the forest, and, when she rose to look for them, she found, instead, a green plump grasshopper, which she showed to another camper, through the thin screen of his tent, with a […]

Paved Paradise

Outside my office window- a flat patch of land where a home once stood no shadow, fresh dirt, I cant remember it, exactly. Outside my office window- two police cars lights flashing, sirens off black tarp, solid form still body-shaped, but still. Outside my office window- a big semi truck from the deconstruction site that […]

To Go Nowhere

I climbed the mountain not to reach the top, but to cross over, marking each morning with a new little bracelet on my wrist, with colors of ascending frequency to note the mounting chakras, simulating an elevated state in the thinning air.   I love me, I want to be me…. but not this way. […]

Reparations 313

[Originally published by ModelD. All photos depict homes that were occupied when they were acquired by Detroit Land Bank Authority but are now vacant.] Detroit’s greatest paradox is its abundance of space and its scarcity of quality housing. The massive stock of single family homes once sustained double the current population. Yet each year, more […]

It’s offensive if I’m offended

Yesterday I took a trip to my small local grocery store and got a call from my best friend about her amazing time at the Women’s march in DC. She was giddy with excitement and we shared about our hopes and ideas and experiences participating in the actions of the day. As I left the store, […]

They Didn’t Know We Were Seeds

Above the land, exposed and hard they’re aching just for touch. They chase a thousand beaded dreams but never have enough. When aching grows, it overflows- a sharp and biting cuss, Our eyes showed their reflection, so, they tried to bury us. Inverted dome, we made it home- a womb beneath the crust. We bore […]

A Patriot is Born- Hamtramck, USA

  As a multigenerational caucasian-American, I have lived my life in a position of privilege relative to many other Americans. According to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, most of mine have been met, and I enjoy the luxury of being able to quibble and complain about relatively minor offenses. It’s always been hard for me to […]