A hot take on SNAP benefits and the reality of social mobility in America
Shrink Rap
“Anybody who can move, can dance.” -Norma Canner
“It’s the mind that makes the body.”-Sojourner Truth
Providence
On January 10th I delivered my grandmother’s eulogy. Six days later my godfather passed away. And hours after battling some nightmare combination of food poisoning, exhaustion and flu, I lost my voice. What did I say? What did I leave out? She reminded me…when you moved away it got hard to hear you. But then…Read more Providence
Soumission
It’s no surprise the French have 17 words for surrender. Hopeless, existential romantics either say nothing or too much. May my silence echo in your mouth where my name used to be. Or at least, that’s what I imagine hopelessly existential romantic French people say when they’re dreapeau blanc-ing on someone they might’ve loved once.…Read more Soumission
PSA
Some of us spend our lives living in a crime scene. Here are some things to remember: It wasn’t our fault if our body went limp and we never fought back. We’re not a terrible awful person if we can’t sleep, can’t look at our own face for a few years, can’t eat, can’t stop…Read more PSA
With Love
Dear Tribe, Remember forever ago when I started writing a book and kept saying stay tuned? I’m happy to announce, today’s the day I can share the results of that journey with you! https://videopress.com/v/1MJzTcB4?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Born in Providence is a raw and supernatural exploration of the self-abuse required for escaping American poverty, alongside compassionately intimate and…Read more With Love
Drift
Fell into Shore You fell into me Parched Water Mosely Wotta Fella Fell her Little sapling Sisters You always shit on the downtown Nothing was ever good enough Even the hole you stole Bored empty drowning Wet Bet on you Bed her down There is no current In a lake I got too tired Of…Read more Drift
Golden Slumbers
Everything after birth Bends life Like light refracting off road maps Blinding us Between moon phases Sun rises and settings In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means To recover from existential separation The Source From which we can never be Truly divided Shame, shadow, blame, guilt Holy redemption Broken…Read more Golden Slumbers
Alightment
photo credit: Nathan Vines Somewhere between the second star to the right and straight on till mourning, I left Bend and landed here. Parts of myself remain in transit only to return when I sleep hard enough to pull the island across the country till the shores of South Beach kiss the sidewalks of Wall…Read more Alightment
People, Please
The roots of my people-pleasing began in the lap of a pedophile not soon after an otherwise healthy child would be uttering the word no. For roughly a decade I complied with his advances because I’d seen what happened to the people around him, grown adults in much bigger bodies than my own at the…Read more People, Please
Taproot
“On the first page of our story, our future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes, but you’ll always be my hero even though you’ve lost your mind.”-Rihanna You’re f%+king crazy! You’ll…Read more Taproot
Born in Providence 