Identities and language.

Undocumented Thursdays

I spend a lot of time hanging out inside my head. From labyrinths to botanical gardens to libraries, of course.

I am always thinking, and in the last year I have been thinking about my use of the word undocumented and displaced.

In 2019 I wrote a poem called Illegal No More about the constant struggle to get the word illegal out of my system.

I believe …