October 28, 2023
The Bringers of Violence
Again, Fanon’s words come to mind: “The town belonging to the colonized people . . . the native town, the Negro village, the medina, the reservation, is a place of ill fame, peopled by men of evil repute. They are born there, it matters little where or how; they die there, it matters not where, nor how.”
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November 4, 2024
Toward an Apocalypse of Letters—Foreword to 25.1: Catastrophe
Love takes the form of rain clouds: we accumulate despite our im/possible wounds, gather even in miraculous conditions. We join our kin in the swarm, all of whom gathering, like us, as waters from unknowable sources. And then the flood.
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October 29, 2024
Flashbang
The building next door was stripped naked, its shattered windows gaping onto disarranged kitchens and bedrooms. My aunt’s building was leveled entirely.
“Pow,” she said, flattening the air between her hands.
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October 10, 2024
Now, for the Weather
here: here: here: here: take what I have in exchange
(but what do I have?) just this:
