Poetry As Medicine for belonging

Poetry As Medicine for belonging

There was a time when I had all the words, and none of them could say what I was carrying. I could explain where I came from. I could move between languages. I could make sense of my story in ways that sounded clear to others. But there was a feeling that didn’t...
Awakening Matriarchs

Awakening Matriarchs

Many forces assure me that I am broken and damaged dumb and stupid, deficient unloveable, insignificant not enough, a second-class human without a mind of my own and too emotional too afraid to do things too unstable to be taken seriously I have been accused of being...
When the Monks Walked for Peace by My House

When the Monks Walked for Peace by My House

When I found out about the mission of their walk, something inside me cracked. Not metaphorically, but physically. Tears came before thought. I felt heat building in my chest, and a sense of relief moved through me like melting ice. And underneath all of that,...
eyes

eyes

ice Ice the ice is coming Oh January, your cold, unforgiving, almost inhumane winds are tearing me apart My eyes are meant to see can’t ignore what the ice is doing to other eyes to other bodies to other humans to other lives “Take shelter,” I heard “Stay your ground”...
Cycles of Belonging: A Migrant Story for Our Time

Cycles of Belonging: A Migrant Story for Our Time

Hearing my friend, an elementary school teacher, say she had to undergo training on what to do if Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) showed up at her school did it for me. After that conversation, I couldn’t sleep for days. What the Moment Revealed It wasn’t...