BROWSE Columns
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I am a tub of gunpowder doused in gasoline
flaming alight, raging high,
( b u r n i n g o u t )
and you could have followed me
i n t o t h e s k y
until I die
while once—just this once—I begged not to be Icarus
Maia Brown-Jackson (she/her) is a symphony of papercuts, banged-up knees, and stubborn determination. She believes in the altruism of strangers, the power of direct action, and the Oxford comma. Her work has taken her everywhere from art galleries and museums to a nonproliferation nonprofit to the Special Inspector General for Afghanistan Reconstruction. In her spare time, she volunteers with the Yazidi NGO, the Yuva Organization for Children’s Rights. Also, she creates art.
