Originally published 1/14/19

You were always so solid…that a few bullets could cut you down must be a lie. But then again, this world is built on lies. You knew this, yet you were always so true. Intractably true; impossibly true. You carried zones of clarity with you. A few times I shared in it. And we raised our fists…

My fist is still raised. For you, for me, for all that exists and circulates between the people you touched, forever. So, to a friend I longed to know better; to a great lover and a great fighter; to someone whose every gesture and every word was revolution. To those friends and family most entwined with you who are left alive in your absence. The moon and the stars belong to you now. The liberation you saw in the distance we will taste. I know that is the greatest gift we could possibly give to your memory.