Mary Hall-Williams is a poet whose conditions of possibility have been both thwarted and made real by the theft, exploitation, and violence that exists at the intersections of indigenous land dispossession, chattel slavery, and capitalism. In writing she explores the invisible intimacies of a wholehearted dedication to personhood and beauty making despite her intersecting and often contradictory lived experiences. 

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When I am not screaming into the void, I am dreaming of softer existence. I am witnessing the blood and fecal matter of my own aliveness and finding myself whole. Chaos, Heartbreak, and Carefully Tended Delusion.


Particularites. Little Fires. Well Articulated Chaos. Hope Tending. Communal Dreaming.