Go, Went, Gone

Go, Went, Gone

Before Richard moved to the outskirts with his wife, they’d lived in an apartment, a mere two hundred yards as the crow flies from West Berlin. And they lived there almost as peacefully as they later lived in the countryside. The Wall had turned their street into a...
Not aid, but reparations

Not aid, but reparations

<image courtesy of the legendary Polyp> Triggered by Jason Hickel’s recent piece in the Guardian, Enough of aid – let’s talk reparations, it reminded me how long this conversation has been going on, and how little progress has been made towards a...
Slip of the Tongue

Slip of the Tongue

I’ll tell you bout my ‘ethnic makeup.’
I wear foundation,
not that powdery shit,
I wear the foundation laid by my indigenous people.
It’s that foundation that makes it so that past being globalized,
I can still vocalize with confidence that i know where my roots are.
I wear this foundation not upon my face, but within my soul,
and I take this from my ancestors
because I’ll be damned if I’d ever let an American or European corporation
tell me what my foundation
should look like