A Day In My Life, Muni Chronicles

Muni Chronicles: The Phone-Absorbed Bystanders.

As I sat at the light in the Lyft I saw a crazy white guy (possibly homeless) harassing a black girl and no one said anything or tried to help or interfere except the other black girl at the bus stop. Didn't you guys just march in solidarity with us, or were chants for certain… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: The Phone-Absorbed Bystanders.

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My Poetry

Grandma Faye.

She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.