
Somebody's Praying For You, Baby
For the past few months, I’ve been co-writing a poetry collection with the great, Joél Leon (we haven’t sold the manuscript yet, so this is news to most).
This is a space for reflection and reckoning. It looks at the world and the self in the same breath, tracing how culture, power, politics, and personal experience collide to shape who we are. Each piece seeks clarity in the chaos, finding meaning
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For the past few months, I’ve been co-writing a poetry collection with the great, Joél Leon (we haven’t sold the manuscript yet, so this is news to most).

On America’s 250th birthday, reflecting on the debt this country still owes.

On the police killing of one-year-old, Kohen Wiley.

Juneteenth marks the day when the news of emancipation finally reached enslaved Black people in Galveston, Texas, more than two years after freedom had already been declared.

Delaney Hall, state violence, and bipartisan obedience that keeps the machine running.

A few years ago, I wrote Patriarchy Blues: Reflections on Manhood, a book that emerged from a question I had been carrying for years: what does patriarchy actually do to us?

On mutual aid, exhaustion, and fighting to keep one another here.

What the Drama understands about violence, morality, and the young people we abandon.

I wrote the poem below because I have grown tired of being summoned.

I’m going to keep this short.