On Living and Dying Day 30 by Ra Avis

I grew up on a farm, the sort where nothing obstructs the view of the sunrises or sunsets. The sort where there’s more acres than people, more cows than buildings. One day, after a bit of a windstorm, I filled a bucket with well-water and splashed it upwards and over my roof. There were leaves …

Walking With Intention Day 1 by Rarasaur

  I grew up on Indian tea– dark black grounds nesting in a stainless steel sifter, resting in a black skillet. The hot water boils around it, the stovefire simmers, and the heavy milk sprawls on top like a sheen of plastic. Everything about it looks dirty and it probably is– you’re not supposed to …

Our Sameness

I’m a Moggie– or, at least, that’s what the world would call me if I was a cat. You might be more familiar or comfortable with other terms.  A domestic.  A half-breed.  A mutt.  A masala.  A mestizo.  Mixed race. Multi-ethnic.  Multi-cultural.  Of hyphenated blood. In many ways, nothing defines me more than this inability …