Author: Lisa
Writing Poem, Untitled
Being a writer is like guaranteeing the stone will skip clear across the lake -impossible- halving an alligator thick harvest squash with nothing but a plastic butter knife -impossible- Writing is looking up in the cafe when the coffee goers are gone, listening to the tired busboy with no tips rattle the dishes in the […]
In/side Out/Side
When my 2 year old says in he really means out he lives in e s r e v e r and so when i feel in/sane in/secure i wonder if maybe if I am in e s r e v e r too And life e f i l is meant to be lived […]
Isaiah and the Popcorn Machine
This is my Cue to Go to Law School: The Adoption Case of Carlos Bail
There’s nothing, NOTHING, I tell you, like waking up Monday morning, checking my social media and finding cases like this. Nutshell, here’s the timeline of events: ICE RAID–>Bail is incarcerated for immigration violation –> loses custody of son –> son is bounced around before being officially adopted by a midclass family who just fell in […]
A Tale of Two Activists: A Feminist Writer of Color and an “Occupier”
It began with two poems.* I had written “Rip Up the Streets” after weeks of agitation; agitation caused by the Occupation and directed toward the Occupation. His poem, “Wait,” was written in response to critiques of the Occupation, doubt, frustration, pain. For a month I had been watching, observing, listless and not entirely certain why. […]
Pause, Then I Hit Play
“Accept the peaceful change that autumn encourages.” This was passed onto me from another writer and I’ve been thinking about our changing selves. Today, at work, I took 3 minutes to make a quick playlist for my background music for my busy work and I stared at my selection. A little bit of everything – […]
Rip Up These Streets: A Poem Response to the “Occupy” Movement
This land was not discovered, it was TAKEN – and in the taking of land there was taking of lives, of women’s bodies blood was taken to drink in the name of Christopher, for who we so ignorantly rejoice and give favor for murder, rape, and theft. A hol(y)-day of all things we give to […]
Personal Updates Here, Instead of Facebook
Some things roaming in my head: Isaiah is turning 2 years old in December. I think it’s time I stop acting like he just got here. Every time I see him, I am FLOORED that another person lives in this house other than me and Nick and Bertha (My dying plant. Slowest death EVER.) Nick […]
Spiritual Grub: Why Does God Needs to be the Center of Everything?
Coming up in this Sunday’s first reading…A few reflective thoughts… I am the LORD and there is no other,there is no God besides me. It is I who arm you, though you know me not, so that toward the rising and the setting of the sun people may know that there is none besides me. […]