photograph by Susa Silvermarie

Blame

Can’t you hear it crackling? Blame hides fire. The flame flicks outwards. You! Him! Them! Not me. The heat of...

What Does Grace

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Swept with this Blessing

Swept with this Blessing

An elder from Oaxaca named Conchita sees my son on a tiny screen. She’s on a nursing home patio in...

Alive

Alive

  My heart beats, beats with the sound of my life. I feel myself Beloved on the earth. This is...