I couldn't write about love without writing about hate - specifically, how the experience of hatred embeds itself in the body and prevents love from entering or leaving.

As a brown artist, I have mixed feelings about my relationship to art and my "responsibilities" post-Trump.

When I do book readings, I always incorporate music or singing.

It's exciting to consider how art, in its ability to reveal, can be ahead of the artist.

Of course, I can't separate my queerness from my brownness - if anything, my queerness amplifies my brownness, and vice versa - but I spent so much of my early twenties trying to erase my differences, often without awareness of what I was doing.

Should I be collaborating with artists of color solely because of their race and my politics? This question is weighted with my own worry that I have been invited to speak or collaborate solely because of my race, and not because of my abilities.

Children's books have great potential to reveal new possibilities to readers, because the intended audience is at an age of genuine learning.