The Drowned Rat Gospel Choir
It’s a mad world.
Let’s try not to let it make us too crazy.
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On the Dissonance of Being a Field and House Nigger at the Same Time
Preface: Race isn’t a real thing. The system and larger cultural zeitgeist don’t actually care about your ancestry, the .1% of genetics that distinguish you (and the smaller portion of that we identify as race), or personal peculiarities caused by your biology. The culture and system do, however, pretend to, and, in some cases, even…
Wherein I challenge Ben Gibbard and Sarah to an Honor Duel
For the last few weeks, I’ve tried to return to poetry, to capture artfully the January I spent in frozen British Columbia watching Dorothy Unger die. Art for that January is proving elusive, and I feel some shame for that; her family has turned to books of Orr, or Cockburn lyrics, or taken to writing…
On Death – Part 2
For Mama Unger, who I’m not looking forward to missing, and all my new nieces and nephews, as I work to support their phase changes And to Critter, for eating spring rolls with me while we chat and laugh about death I do not fear my death because I do not fear spring rolls. As…
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