Author: Christabelle Hall

3 June 2020

3 June 2020

As I listen to the man below my apartment railing — at passers-by, at god, at no one, at everyone — I realize he’s been shouting for at least 15 mins. It is so normal I normally drown it out. But it dawned on me, 

Inner / Outer

Inner / Outer

I’m seeing some people lowkey pit inner work (the very important work of educating yourself, confronting your own complicity in white supremacy and systemic oppression, etc) against outer work (action items like protesting, calling representatives, signing petitions, donating money, voting, etc) or vice versa. But 

Action

Action

I am unapologetically protesting during this time, because while a lot of things are complicated about the current situation, one thing is categorically simple: Black Lives Matter. Period.  Inaction is unacceptable. To me, protesting is a deeply personal choice. With so much noise around it 

Writing Group 17 May

Writing Group 17 May

Prompt: A Place I Visit Often ice drip condensationopposites of cold greeting heat of daythe way I meet youa chemical reactionvaporic rise, fallas you riseand we falland suddenly this is our place

Mother’s Day 2020

Mother’s Day 2020

This is always a challenging, complicated day — most years I avoid it altogether. I rarely share images of my mom, but for some reason this one feels appropriate. It was taken the year after I was born: my mother painting a portrait of me. 

Here. pt 2

Here. pt 2

I’ve been in NYC for the duration of my quarantine, in my 4th floor walk-up apartment at the cusp of Prospect Lefferts Garden and Flatbush in Brooklyn. Some people who were born here say PLG isn’t a real neighborhood, but other people will sharply correct 

Here. pt 1

Here. pt 1

Today marks day 36 of quarantine. Fourteen days in I contracted the virus; on a sunny day when I left the confines of my apt and walked to the park, desperate for fresh air on my skin and some semblance of normalcy. I spoke to 

9/11/19

9/11/19

This morning I woke for a brief moment as the sun rose and snapped a picture, half asleep, as I often do.  On the train, trying to articulate an uncanny quiet during the normally chaotic commuter hour, I wrote this:  I forget how much trauma 

Making a Queer Witch

Making a Queer Witch

I created this queer witch symbol after seeing a variation of the idea on instagram. I also have a blank version of this tattooed on my arm as a marker of two parts of my identity. The form is taken from the triple moon symbol 

10 Year “Challenge”

10 Year “Challenge”

For the past week our feeds have been filled with the aging challenge, usually marking 10 years. I know I’m supposed to post an old pic with an implied critique of my skin and overall aesthetic along with a deprecative comment on my eyebrows, but