Archive - A stranger comes home

I am sick to death of white man pragmatism

An ode to human nature

Apr 22 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

February 2025

Am I afraid of getting published?

A conversation with myself

Feb 16 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

January 2025

Whatever remains

A poem about deep time for the new year

Jan 3 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

December 2024

Holding her breath

Xochi had been so sad when we left.

Dec 31, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

November 2024

I vote for abolition

Meditations on denial

Nov 17, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

October 2024

My dysfunctional relationship with deadlines

Embracing the black and the red

Oct 18, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

September 2024

Everything will happen

coming up for air

Sep 26, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

2:59

August 2024

Dispatches: New York Gravity

Pass the acaí bowl

Aug 22, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

July 2024

Five thoughts about who we believe

Set fire to the attic

Jul 12, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

The dog portraits: Maclovio, the prince

We all need someone to love

Jul 3, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

June 2024

When the rains came

A dispatch from the road home

Jun 26, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

6:59

When the rains came

A dispatch from the road home

Jun 26, 2024 •

Alaya Dawn Johnson

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