There is no middle ground between good and evil that we can afford to settle for.
We deserve joy in our lives, but the themes we indulge matter.
This is just one manifestation of a march to a much more terrifying place.
It’s springtime for fascism and the “resistance” is currently comprised of a bunch of leftists reenacting the last scene of Reservoir Dogs.
Tonight, I need this page to be a wall I can chalk a poem on, before walking away.
There is a grief that precedes tragedy, when loss is on the horizon.
From one cluster fuck to another: What does hope look like at the end of 2016?
There comes a point where critiquing the absurd becomes an even sillier act than the one being called into question.
This is a complicated moment for many with anti-interventionist politics.
At the Kaskaskia River, the pipe was not in the ground as of December 9.