Malice in Wonderland

Dust to dust...  I wanted to write this months ago, but I think the emotions were still too raw for me to articulate in a manner that was beyond babbling sobs.  I’ve learned a lot of things about ashes, specifically of the human remains variety, over the past couple of years.   I learned on the day my mother was cremated that while there are all sorts of buttons and settings trained professionals use to ensure the machine works as intended, there’s still one master button tha

It’s been two and a half years since my mother died, and I feel as if I’ve lived multiple lifetimes traveling through the dimensions of grief.  Last year, we sold our house, shoved what we valued into a storage unit, and hit the road.  I figured if the country could collectively lose its goddamn mind, then I could finally stop being scared and do the thing I’ve been talking about doing for decades: see the fucking world.   The experience has been at times harrowing, but alway

You knew all the right words, that's what made you so dangerous  A wolf in hipster’s clothes,  mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy  Your position at the table always… safe,  as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego  You knew not how to fight for my humanity,  only how to circumnavigate it I was different from the rest, and so were you…   the first wasn't a compliment, the second was