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.
The United States, as a nation-state, is as diseased now as the smallpox-ridden blankets that were handed to us so many years ago.
We have survived this nation state’s will for us because we are a fire that their water cannons cannot extinguish.