resistance
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The Silence After Your Read this Poem is Political
Ignoring your symptoms and coming to work because a paycheck that’s eight hours short won’t let you replace your shoes with cracked soles for another month is political. The number of PTO hours you’re allowed is political. Whether it takes two months or three of missed rent before you’re living in the street is political.… Continue reading
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You are Right to Fear Me
your children watch me daily and God forbid they learn a different way to be kind to choose themselves to honor other people ‘s autonomyand right to self-determination to find their own liberation in the fray of mistakes and lessons and grace, the soft nature of things space to figure it out what a scary… Continue reading
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My therapist told me to make a list of my wins and this came out on top
I am now surrounded by people who pour life into me, not people who drain the life out of me. These days I only need to show up instead of put on a performance instead of keep my head down instead of parrot a script over and over until I start to believe it. To… Continue reading
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Don’t turn away. Stay soft.
I just watched a reel of a mother rocking and singing to her deceased child. Her hysteria was heartbreakingly calm, like shattered clay settling to the bottom of the sea. In the last two seconds of the reel, she buried her face in the shroud, still singing so very softly, and I find myself hoping… Continue reading
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Abandoned Verses from News of a Ceasefire
How do I carry you to the next expanse of silence Push these disheartened vessels towards the next markers of safety a cubic mile of sky visited only by kites and feathered friends Can you run to living at a walking pace to the home whose walls are lonely bones of a defaced promise but… Continue reading
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I Make False Promises to My Body
Just one day at a time, I tell myselfotherwise I wouldn’t survivethere’s no way I’d make it through a yearof this little sleep, of junk for meals,of doctor visits put off for another week,another monthif I focused on the big picture,it would jump at mehow unsustainable this is,living like thisbut what choice do I have,… Continue reading
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I Hope They Never Find You
I hope you’re safe. I hope each day tastes like justice. I hope you have space to mourn for those you’ve lost whether it’s a loved one who didn’t get a fighting chance or a future you labored for damned to debt and disease by a number crunching machine. I hope you can mourn uninterrupted… Continue reading
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A Love Letter for the Children
Leave space for dreaming, my beloveds, I’m sorry that most of your memories of me are of rushing, talking about the big and cruel world preparing you for the big and scary future concepts and contexts flooding, obeying, legislating, blowing up you, puzzle pieces in a chaotic big picture that takes too much effort to… Continue reading
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Midwifing the Dawn
While you were sleeping, a new world is being born. While you are carrying on like business as usual, there are those laboring through the endless, eviscerating darkness to push this painfully evolved, radically imagined world into being, carrying what’s worth saving across the threshold and leaving everything else to burn. The new world is… Continue reading
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On College Campus Liberated Zones
I, too, had teachers who cared about meas I sought the truth.About the world, its foundation in injustices,its official whitewashed narratives,and what festers underneath;and about myself, where I woulddecide to stand in all of it. I, too, had been morally and ethicallychallenged, potent words casually thrownduring lectures irritating my comfort likean oyster and calcifying into… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 