homelessness

The leaves of the deciduous trees are beginning to turn — red, orange, yellow, shades of sunset — and fall has arrived, announcing the change of seasons.

It’s real sticky-wicked to have your body become unpredictable and tortuously painful. So here I am. Homeless. Meditation is my medication.

A revolution in affordable housing! A revolution in fighting homelessness!

This piece is for you, my non-Black friends, my non-Black family members, my non-Black activists, my non-Black educators, and my non-Black partner. This piece is for you, because whether you know it or not, you benefit from anti-Blackness.

He had taken so much Dayquil at work that day he was reminded of the first time he smoked pot in college.

Spotted: on the street in Oakland