Reclaiming myself within a sea of systemic sabotage

By Danielle Boissoneau We didn’t just end up here. It’s taken hundreds of years to create the conditions that leave us drowning in our own fear and sorrow. The seas where we step on each other to get some air and relieve the drowning sensations of being in...

Sick & Crazy Healer: Destroying Ableism in Healing

by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha We center the genius and leadership of disabled and chronically ill communities, for what we know about surviving and resisting the medical industrial complex and living with fierce beauty in our sick and disabled bodies. We say no...

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By Jaydene Lavallée Generations of my family denied the blood that wound through their veins. It was both too light and too dark. The women in my family powdered their faces with flour. They gave up speaking Cree and Michif in order to hide in plain sight. When you...

Bringing the Black Disabled Artist to the Centre

By Kayla Carter “Mija, you can’t live your life as if you aren’t disabled. Slow down take your time. Be gentle.” A knowing “thank you” is what I offered her. Knowing what she really wanted, I entrusted her with a “gracias Abuelita’. After hanging up I rushed my way to...

Hard as Femme

 By Anonymous  I have followed a crooked line back to her particular grace. The edges of me untidy, tongue coarse as a burlap sack. Hard. Learned prayers luscious like rust, a pickup backseat fuck, a husk of a tractor grill thick with smashed grasshoppers. The more...

Our Constellation of Traumas

Article and Artwork by Melisse Watson by Melisse Watson When you feel sad, what does it taste like? I woke in the night with a bitter mouth and a dry throat from not caring enough to brush my teeth the evening before. That taste reminded me of sadness…not a memory;...