Christina Cacioppo

the skewer seems loosening out of the middle of the world

After 3 years of teaching together, @garychou & I finally gathered our thoughts, lessons, etc. about our class: http://postindustrialdesign.school/ 

Retweet if it's by absolute sheer meaningless luck that you weren't born in Syria with bombs falling all around you, desperate for refuge.

ACLU, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Aa-cee-lll-ewe.

as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ICE

A screaming comes across the sky. […] Customs and Immigration still proceeds, but it is all theater.

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now being denied entry.

Call me Isaac. Ishmael had a green card but was denied reentry.

riverrun, from swerve of shore to Ellis Island, brings us by a commodius vicus back to Trump Towers and environs

it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be Christian to get a visa.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. (She had to, because her assistant had just been deported.)

It was a cold bright day in April & the clocks were striking thirteen. Joe passed out tests to see if the would-be refugees were Christians.

In my younger and more vulnerable years I believed that by translating for American troops in Baghdad, they would accept me as one of them.

Mother died today. We were waiting for the vetting process to conclude.