excerpts from Octavia Butler’s “Parable of the Sower”

A contemporary note to colonial history.

Creativity takes courage. Still, let me linger in your world forever.

Can’t breathe won’t breathe don’t breathe in dumb weight of other people’s opinions can’t breathe won’t breathe don’t breathe over and...

Must I find fine words to be of value on this earth? Must I be of light-foot and nimble fingers for you to know my worth? Is there no...

It’s a world: a whole wide one. Yet we pitch our place in pale imitations of life— in so many (i’m)material fabrications of who knows who...

For whom do we speak? To whom? Through whom? By whose authority, if there is any? And when we do speak—whisper, scream, lament, whimper,...

I am the through-farer. I make things out of no-thing, sense out of none-sense, ways out of no-way & I-am-possible out of the impossible....

No one wants to hear my truth. Not even myself, as I wallow in it’s a pity, self-pity: Should I pity party or pity anyone who doubts my...

REALITY CHECK. Always know that what you see and do is not real, in the sense that it is in fact a social construct. This means, there...