It means “people of this Earth”

a drawing of a very dignified deer with antlers and a crown of large red flowers, vegetation and peacock feathers

what I am the most is tired. Tired of reductionism, of pity, of milk of sorrow and separation from the Earth, of detachment from the surrounding and inner cosmos. Tired of a blind denial of the unknown, of pseudo-intellectual and social enlightenment leading to darkness. Tired of edgy postures and their thousand paper cuts. Of persistent trauma and drama, underlined so many times the original words have long ago faded and only liquid see-through highlighter remains. Of placing more stones on my chest rather than digging my way out. Digging my way through. Continue reading It means “people of this Earth”

Published on… Good Night Out Vancouver zine

cover of Good Night Out Vancouver's zine, made collage style, with a Black and White picture of a brown skinhead with a mohawk

Good Night Out Vancouver just released a zine about nightlife and safety from the perspective of Black, Indigenous and other People of Colour. It’s a wonderful collection of anecdotes and images, poetry, essays, thoughts, ideas. It’s available on print and digital, sliding scale prices. One of my poems, “Ottoman”, was published on this zine. Continue reading Published on… Good Night Out Vancouver zine