Meeting Miss Dust
I am always hesitant to review a collection as complex as this. I’m by no means a qualified reviewer. I just love poetry. There’s a lot to love about Miss Continue Reading →
Month: August 2015
That’s treason
So I got excited about quite a few fantastic feminist things I’ve come across in the past few days – including in my poetry class, which was a bad ass Continue Reading →
Am I a charity?
I’ve always had a real knee-jerk reaction against accepting anything I see as “charity.” Which is really hard, when you’re in a position where you kind of need it. But Continue Reading →
Let’s get angry (again)
Last night I read a post by a woman named Louise about what it really means to be a student in New Zealand. It really cut me open.
Tig Notaro, C.diff, and laughing about death
A few days ago we watched the documentary Tig, about the comedian Tig Notaro. I first heard of Tig Natoro about a year and a half ago, when someone sent me Continue Reading →