Pray for Ease // Write & Breathe
Hey gang, Got some new stuff to share with y’all. First, I did a guest podcast for the Adapt Revolution, your weekly antidote to hate, greed, and ableism, where the D-Word is Disability: Second, I did a guest blog post
I wanted to check in with whoever might read this thing from time to time. I have some recent publications I wanted to share with you.
The first is SPIRITUAL STRUGGLE (You Won’t Understand) on the lovely Meow Meow Pow Pow blog.
The second piece is Kodak Black Man Reads Poetry over at the South Broadway Ghost Society. …
I’m Somali, which means I can only talk about my addictions in the past tense. Relapse can’t be in my closed captions. But I’m an addict, no scratch that… I am human. I’m also autistic. Addiction runs in my veins.
Gangland, I wrote my first ever book review. This has been in the works for over a year. Much love to the team at Night Heron Barks for helping me shape it. Barking Bird is Gang. The book in question?
Won’t you love me, black? Love me and I’ll love you back. …
the rain has entered me intravenously. …
I’ve been really interested in performance lately. The various ways that we are made to perform. Performance as an unavoidable game. They say that games are for kids. Being an adult, I’m realizing more and more, is about playing games
Nobody wants to be used. …
You know, I used to want to work at hospitals, back in the day, because I found hospital folks were generally more empathetic than other folks. I now work at a hospital and I’m finding that, one – our dreams
So I was watching Donnie Darko the other day. That movie came out towards the end of high school. At the time, I was questioning the unfairness of this rat race. It hurt me to go through the motions, but
Maad iska guursatid? It is a phrase which I’ve grown to detest. Roughly translated, it means why don’t you just get married. First of all, there’s nothing ‘just’ about marriage. It is a huge commitment, a monumental effort in human
I work hard for everything I have. I sweat and grind for this. I show up to work red-eyed and over-caffeinated for this. I showed my sister my savings account balance a few weeks ago. She said she hated me,
This year I’m going to try something other than pathologizing my winter doldrums. I’m going to accept them. I’m going to try to reach a peaceful accord with them instead of fighting back. You can’t fight the inevitable; resistance is
The Somali camel has left the countryside. It is a city camel now. It wears blue jeans, Costco brand, Kirkland Signature. It wears tacky brown shoes with the same stitching as the jeans. It wears a black belt, fading around
Dear diary, I’m going to make it big one day very, very soon. My name is going to light up the sky. It will be on posters and in airport bookstores. All my detractors will be forced to pronounce my
This writing thing used to be my own, something no one could take from me. An open book of possibilities is what I used to call it. Now I’m sick, tired, and dog-hungry. I don’t even know what writing means