Poetry
This Land Was Not Made for Angels
Ask if your country is addicted to forgetting this land is not America it is stolen from people who are still alive and fighting. Ask if you country is addicted to forgetting rivers are living things we are living things we are not weapons or numbers or usernames we are animals and animals need clean … Read more
Whether or Not You Fly
When I grow up I wanna be Brandi Carlile I wanna sing to tear the roofs off houses and serve you up your own heart on a plate. When I grow up, I just wanna feel at home in this boygirl body, at home on 10,000 foot mountains, at home in my own bed. I … Read more