MUTSA

(you are the light – it’s not on you, it’s in you) Prostrated before a receding dawn, a dying star, a smiling god—my city falls. I have seen it in the encroaching softness of the voice of the mother of my mother. I have seen it in the abscesses formed at the cut—the scars that… Read more

Act I: Ozymandias The arc breaks. The prairie wind blows, carrying on its back dishonest men’s earnest sweat. It is an unforgiving summer, a dying season like no other. Between surviving and surviving, there is little space for longing or rest. The crops cannot be coaxed into maturity, the water bites with metallic poisons, the… Read more

“Monday’s Sermon” To what/whom do we owe life’s misery? The joys, however few or many they may be, are well accounted for. There is little inquisition into the things which benefit us, bring us happiness, and otherwise make for a more positive experience of the human existence. It is a rare thing to want to… Read more

“Just don’t think about it. Treat it like it’s a normal day.” These were my mother’s words when I told her I was afraid to spend my 23rd birthday alone in quarantine. Turning a year older, alone in the midst of a global pandemic, approximately 8 000 miles from home felt – terrifying. I have… Read more