“Silence: 2” – by Sydney Sipho Sepamla

Sipho Sepamla, a South African poet, understands pathologies of power. The silence I speak ofstretches the moment to PretoriaBloemfontein and Cape Townit is the same silencethat has walled intense remembrances of daysmaking of each momentpebbles of time the silence I speak oftends to confound my tongueI gurgle speech soundslike a river sippingthe marrow of aged rocksthe silence I speak ofcrouches the nightto make shadows that … Continue reading “Silence: 2” – by Sydney Sipho Sepamla

“Oppression” – Jimmy Santiago Baca

What does it mean to be meaningfully self-aware? And, how can I incorporate meaningful self-awareness in my daily routine to ensure I am practicing anti-oppressive behavior? “People see what they are socially cued to see.” My ask to myself is to not succumb to my social cues; to not take the easy road for the sake of its ease. Instead, my ask to myself is … Continue reading “Oppression” – Jimmy Santiago Baca

“Still I Rise” – by Maya Angelou

Because sometimes we just need to be reminded of how much power we actually hold in our hands. ——- You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.   Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells … Continue reading “Still I Rise” – by Maya Angelou


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d’Autremont the noise and din of their conversations fill the nostalgic dining hall. i sit in the corner, 35 days to go, taking it all in. it is beautiful. it is sacred. this music is my prayer. exhausted but enthusiastic first-years share and encourage… weary but diligent second-years find comfort in a moment to eat and chat… resilient members of our… Continue reading d’Autremont

Poem to me from K – 6/4/14

Our Greatest Fear it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You … Continue reading Poem to me from K – 6/4/14