Haiku by Matsuo Bashō

The summer grasses.
All that remains
Of warriors’ dreams.

      Matsuo Bashō

Portrait by Katsushika Hokusai

Sep 24, 2021

Beauty as Intervention

“Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.” — Toni Morrison

Apr 14, 2023

Be Compost, My Friend

“What do you do when the highway’s famished? When it eats people? When soldiers are walking on the streets beating people up, what do you do? Where do you go when going forward is no longer possible? I think you steal through cracks. I think you do what fugitives do. I think you do what the slaves on slave ships did when they were dominated by colonial powers. You learn to fall down and sit still and await the crossroads. You learn to listen. You learn to compost yourself.” — Bayo Akomolafe

Mar 17, 2023

The War of Words

“They called it woke but it was being aware. It was defensive, it was what any mother would tell their Black boys, ‘you better watch out, be aware of your surroundings, you know that you move through space and time in a different manner than white people. You better be woke.’” — Peggy Parks Miller

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