Morning was 7:25 breakfast. Bid Susan and Anne adieu, And Susan gave me two books. I said to Anne, “If you ever need help with math, Don’t call me. I’m done doing math.” This is how I felt. I closed the door before she could answer, And laughed to myself: A realization. … Continue reading winter solstice
Author: deviant-dixon
Studying the world. Degree in mathematics from UC Berkeley. Interested in language and how that defines cultures. Currently going to do some research of my own.
Complex Personhood
//2 March 2017 Complex Personhood is a term which aims to describe the fluidity and ever-changing properties of the multi-dimensional identities every person possesses; it is a term which effectively captures the intricacies of humans by acknowledging that there is more to each person than what is evident on the surface. Coined by Avery Gordon… Continue reading Complex Personhood
rancheras y la tierra
//written December 1 2014 Mamá me diga que cuándo tengo 18 años, en un año She will sign over the land to me. “Mi hija” she says, “estás fuerte y intelligente” I giggle. Nobody is stronger than Mamá. “Te amo” I say. Seis mesas hasta que cumplen 18 años, I am nervous to own… Continue reading rancheras y la tierra
keep me on repeat
//circa 2015 When I read books, I read them quickly. I get excited about the next book I want to read. I find myself feathering my fingers through the pages of books still untouched. My hope is to finally find a book I can’t put down, that I read until the pages tear, and my… Continue reading keep me on repeat
Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)
“They are struggles which question the status of the individual: on one hand, they assert the right to be different, and they underline everything which makes individuals truly individual. On the other hand, they attack everything which separates the individual, breaks his links with others, splits up community life, forces the individual back on himself,… Continue reading Snowdrift (seeing with eyes closed)
Gold, Rush (climb into the clouds)
The girl with the black jacket clutched tightly to the metal frame of her bike, the brake wire digging into her fingers, as she descended down the train station stairs. Her mind, swaying from the alcohol in her system, was doing its best to keep focused on the stairs, but there were so many distractions… Continue reading Gold, Rush (climb into the clouds)
Overheard While Trying to Sleep
"Did I ever tell you about when I had a tumor? Yeah, fuck. When I was nine, i had this tumor. I would wake up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. People would just say- they're growing pains. that i should eat more bananas. But dude, I was nine years old, already five feet.… Continue reading Overheard While Trying to Sleep
