Fragments
Fragments is a space for longer blog posts and essays that grow out of my ongoing work. It brings together sustained reflections on Black queer survival, abolitionist care, and collective world-building, offering writing that stays with questions rather than rushing toward resolution.
Recent Posts
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What Whiteness Mourns When a Plantation Burns
When the Nottoway Plantation burned down, it wasn’t just a building that went up in flames—it was a monument to white fantasy. And in the ashes, what surfaced was telling: white grief, not for the enslaved, but for the venue. For the photo ops. For the imagined innocence of a land that was never innocent.…
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Independence Fantasies, Colonial Truths
Alberta wants to leave. Again. And this time, it’s louder than usual. Calls for Western separatism—what some are now trying to brand as a serious referendum campaign—are gaining traction. Politicians are testing the waters. The Premier hasn’t ruled it out. And, predictably, they’re invoking Quebec’s sovereignty movements as a model. But let me be clear…
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After the Election: No Victory, No Salvation, Only the Work Ahead
Yesterday’s election unfolded the way it always does in a decaying settler state: desperate, fragmented, unmoored from any real possibility of change.Mark Carney won a minority government.Not because he inspired anyone.Not because he offered a vision of something better.But because fear of collapse keeps people clinging to the wreckage.Carney’s victory is a victory for capital,…
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When Institutions Demand Our Labour but Not Our Voices
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being invited into a space only to realize that your presence was the priority, not your voice. The expectation was that you would show up, fill the quota, sit on the panel, make the institution look good—without challenging its structure, without demanding more than what…
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The Weight of Absence: On Boundaries, Accountability, and the Politics of Disappearance
There are moments when absence carries more weight than presence. When the space someone leaves behind doesn’t just signal distance, but a rupture. A confirmation of something you hadn’t yet said aloud. Not all harm is loud. Some betrayals unfold in silence. Sometimes, the deepest wounds are not from what was done, but from what…