in light of the recent darkness

When people say
I don't see race
what they mean is
I'm afraid
to acknowledge
our differences
because then
I would have
to acknowledge
that you
have strengths
I don't have
that you
know things
I don't know
and that you
can teach me things
I'm not
to learn.

- in light of the recent darkness
by Alicen Grey


EVENTS: A Night of Expression & Hunter's Got Talent

The Junior Sikh Coalition presents:
Saturday April 18th | 4-8 PM | free by RSVP
50 Broad Street, Suite 1537, NYC

Hunter USG presents:
Monday April 20 | 5-8 PM | free + public
Kaye Playhouse, Hunter College, 695 Park Ave NYC


Kindle Release: Wolves and Other Nightmares

wolves and other nightmares

now available on Kindle

order it here
(for other formats. check out the store)

Hello, lovelings. One year ago, I opened my heart and shared my story with you on paper. Now, to celebrate the one year anniversary of my literary debut, I've re-released Wolves and Other Nightmares on Kindle. 
It's been quite a healing journey thus far, and I would love nothing more than for you to join me in this healing. My heart is with you.

More about Wolves and Other Nightmares:


return to sender

I would say it’s been six months of not seeing you smile
but you stopped smiling way more than six months ago.
I wonder what the date was. The position of the sun in the sky,
highlighting the wrinkles by your mouth, under your eyes.
The hour, the minute of your last smile.
Or your last laugh?
I’m not talking about that forced laugh you performed
so nobody would know
what was happening inside you.
I mean really, sincerely laughed.

I would say it’s been six months since you died
but you were dead for much longer.
You were only pretending to be alive because you were afraid to hurt our feelings,
the way someone pretends to like a gift that they’ve opened
in front of the person who gave them the gift
because it’s the nice thing to do.
Except the gift was life, and just like a gaudy Christmas sweater,
it didn’t quite fit you.

I would say it’s been six months since you told me goodbye
but for years, everything about you was a farewell.
The way you looked at me. The way you couldn’t bring yourself to look at me.
The way you stopped putting effort into anything – cleaning, cooking, paying bills,
because you knew it wouldn’t be your problem for much longer.

It’s my problem now.
All your unresolved desires and secrets and shame. The stories you told me and nobody else.
Now I know what it’s like to force a smile so no one will see what’s going on inside me.
Now I understand what it’s like to be given a gift you don’t want.
You gave me your entire life, left it in my shaking hands, no instructions, no manual, nothing.
Please. Take it back.

It’s been six months since your suicide.
Six months since your final vanishing act.
But somehow,
now that you’ve disappeared
I can see you so much more clearly.


Like the Wolf: An Interview with Alicen Grey

Alicen Grey exposes the truth behind the title of her poetry collection, Wolves and Other Nightmares.