I am confused

Deduction, reasoning and statistics all fall short in helping us navigate the multifaceted challenges we face. Therefore, I am increasingly drawn to forms of learning, communicating and expressing that undercut logic. It’s prose, poetry, art, dance, song, stories, rituals and ceremony we need. Not to pursue a linear journey towards better futures but to nurture the conditions for potentially wiser realities to emerge.

For now, as I explore this new form, I will publish directly to Substack without sending it to your email boxes. If you feel differently about this and would like to receive it in your inbox, please share your reflections in the comments.

I am confused

about how to be alive in this era

I am confused

about how to navigate the truths of today

I am confused

about how to be whole in a broken time


Always tired

Always sick

Always worried

My privileged ass

so comfy

so confused


The house protects

my body

I am dry

I am sheltered

I am warm


The house suffocates

my being

I am hurt

I am empty

I am stuck


Stuck in heavy happiness

in a quilt of comfort

an anger towards the truths of my ancestors

a gratefulness for the love of my grandmothers

a self-hurting hatred

induced, pointlessly by

the absence of an all-encompassing complicity


Stuck in joy

Stuck in disappointment

Stuck in confusion

Stuck in a body

That is more than one being

alive in a world

that denies this truth