


If decolonization is not a metaphor, then poetry is not a luxury. In my practice, I turn to poetry when I feel more than I think; when I want more than I critique. Poetry is theory without punctuation. It’s hope without capitulation. It’s rage without code switching. It’s remorse without shame. When I write papers, I stew. I map. I obsess. I agonize. I revise and submit. Revise and submit. Revise and submit. When I write poetry, it’s because my soul is itching to say something that my mind wants to read. It’s where our spiritual wounds bleed and we come face to face with the psychic pain of the Anthropocene. The existential grief of colonialism and genocide and racism and constant death are easily contorted in academic writing. But in poetry, it’s grief that does the contorting. In poetry, I feel more than I think. I want more than I critique.

