Gross Manifestation of Power: My Dual Vision in a Divided Country.
I feel raw and sensitive to everything around me. In the space of a day and a night, I’ve watched white power flex itself.
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Maren Zweifler
Plagues and Power Plays: Fear of Being Like Them.
I saw the old men's mercenary expressions and frail bodies bending over the trail like crusaders, as stark as the lines of the path cut into nature.
Finding My Own Light in the Darkness.
Perhaps when we allow ourselves to face darkness stripped of our certainty and social standing, we will see through the veil to a new rhythm.
The Virgin and the Midnight Gardens: Being My Own.
Awake in my body and mind was the desire to preserve an essential core being, to be unclaimed by any man, to be wholly my own.
The Death Maiden and the Youth in Spring.
I think now about that time and the pull of war and beauty in the Mediterranean, I think of all the mythic symbols I missed in my blithe youth.
Life and Death in the Family Tree: Beauty in Design.
Older life in the family tree has cleared, giving way to newer energy -- the germinating seedling nourished by the breakdown of former forms.
People Lost in the Barren Expanse: The SF Underworld.
I recently ran from someone who was like the people there, though in the context of the the place I saw him, I could discern him, I felt his humanity.
Disappointed Eyes: Currents of Light & the Ocean.
Unseeing eyes set in houses whose occupants were safely, warmly ensconced and oblivious to all drenched, dark dealings in the night.
The Blind Battle: A Different Kind of American Ecosystem.
Our parents came of age with a view of unlimited expansion, we are working with a different view, with different material.
Grateful to My Fellow Queer People Who Delve Within.
I find a strange solipsism in Queer Thought. An approach that’s both isolated and demanding of those who aren’t a part of the queer experience.