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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How to Exit Without Offering Your Body as Proof
for the ones who leave before they’re broken There are days when showing up costs more than it gives.You feel it before you can name it.In the jaw that tightens.In the breath that skips.In the way your screen feels brighter than usual,and your voice feels like it’s echoing back to…
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The Wrong Kind of Grief
Who’s Allowed to Mourn in Public—and Who’s Not It was quiet at first. Just a few of us lying on the cold concrete outside of McGill University. Keffiyehs folded. Bodies arranged—not for spectacle, but for mourning.The die-in wasn’t meant to go viral. It was meant to say what the system…
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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…
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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.…
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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…