I’ve got my windows open in my house now. My kid and I keep seeing a hawk who lives in or at least visits one of the trees behind our house in the morning. The hawk’s voice sounds like a seagull, surprising and nothing like we thought it would sound like. Curious. How many things are surprising because of their incongruence with our assumptions or opinions? Anything surprise you into changing your opinions lately?


Here’s a poem for you.

How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This

by Hanif Abdurraqib


dear reader, with our heels digging into the good 

mud at a swamp’s edge, you might tell me something 

about the dandelion & how it is not a flower itself 

but a plant made up of several small flowers at its crown 

& lord knows I have been called by what I look like 

more than I have been called by what I actually am & 

I wish to return the favor for the purpose of this 

exercise. which, too, is an attempt at fashioning 

something pretty out of seeds refusing to make anything 

worthwhile of their burial. size me up & skip whatever semantics arrive 

to the tongue first. say: that boy he look like a hollowed-out grandfather 

clock. he look like a million-dollar god with a two-cent 

heaven. like all it takes is one kiss & before morning, 

you could scatter his whole mind across a field.


Listen to this poem read by the poet on soundcloud.




“There is such an urgency in the multitude of crises we face, it can make it hard to remember that in fact it is urgency thinking (urgent constant unsustainable growth) that got us to this point, and that our potential success lies in doing deep, slow, intentional work.”

adrienne maree brown