Renee Nicole Good. Fox non-news called her a “self-proclaimed poet.” We are trained to listen to those with money, to those who are paid money by those with money to speak, to those who have been approved by those with money and given the right to publish words and earn money. Money equals audience. In … Continue reading Self-proclaimed
Say it again. Today I woke up thinking about war. Again. And I wondered if I had any other thoughts left. Reaching for beauty when the world offers nothing but ugliness. War. What is it good for? Like the song - absolutely nothing, say it again. It’s good for erasing all the thoughts in my … Continue reading What Is It Good For
In the woods, hoping the earth will be saved How to begin. Always a question, now made more difficult by everything that has happened. So many words written about so many awful actions, people, events, kidnappings, murders. A list of unthinkable acts, and listing them is the banality of evil at its best. Or the … Continue reading Silent Bunny
In the midst of nightmares This morning, I woke up from a nightmare. I was screaming at a bus driver. The doors of the bus were open and the bus itself was plain, rectangular. White, unmarked, like one of those buses that take you to the plane if the plane must be unloaded away from … Continue reading Continuing to Dream
From the Cambridge Dictionary - Girl – noun, a female child or young woman Can also mean Old-fashioned, usually plural A woman worker, especially when seen as one of a group – Shop/office girls From the Alice Severin dictionary – Apron Girl – noun – a woman who cringes when her fellow co-workers, having been … Continue reading Apron Girl Swims in Poetry
How far in the future do we need to be to look back I wasn’t going to write about protesting anymore but… Then someone told me that my diary of sorts, my record of protesting in late winter and spring meant something to them. I don’t know whether to believe it or not. But it … Continue reading I Can
Already, a new month. I wake up with strange dreams and things I want to say. I go through self doubt and remember or recreate horrible times. And when I get to the page, there is nothing. It all seems pointless. Who am I speaking to anyway? No one cares, not really. It’s too easy … Continue reading the cacophony of trauma
the opposite of mowing down Saturday, I drove past the protesters, honking and waving. There are still quite a few people, there are new signs to match the new indignities that we are being dragged through. Waving as you drive by takes almost no effort, yet it still felt good. I am in the midst … Continue reading Protesting, Week 21 – or Venture Rewilding
one grain helps make a pearl It hasn’t even been six months of going out to protest, and I am wondering what is the point of it all. The country slides further towards dictatorship, and people say they are tired of thinking about it. My guess is that the market research showed that it would … Continue reading Protesting, Week 20 – or Like Sands Through the Hourglass
Fighting for, not against Sometimes, the best protesting you can do is in favor of your own life. Why is it so hard to say what one wants, or decide what to do with the life that you have been gifted? Last weekend, I paddled in the ocean. No seals, but red jellyfish, and sailboats, … Continue reading Protesting, Week 19 – or Ocean Depths
