Another protest. A sunny day. More people, in a different spot, lining the road, as has been done successfully in Vermont to protest Vance, and in Maine, and in other places. In a car-driven society, strength is measured in feet and miles. Everything here must be visible on your way to somewhere else and big…… Continue reading Watch Us
Category: fighting back
Where to Begin
A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick – grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an…… Continue reading Where to Begin
Bleeding at the First Table
order what you want The tree fell. The shaking of the ground happened while you were asleep. Never going back. Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Getting sicker, while everyone tells jokes or makes plans? Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Sickened by what others smooth on…… Continue reading Bleeding at the First Table
This Is Not a Game
Liberty facing weakness. Since I was a child, I was either neglected or bullied. My superpower as a child was not asking questions, but watching everything unfold. There’s too much editing going on in my head. Where to give voice to the silenced child. Where to unleash the angry adult. When I watched the nightmare…… Continue reading This Is Not a Game
Every Shore Touches Another
The excitement of seeing the vast expanse of the ocean on a cold day. The thrill of gently warming air, the ability to walk on sand not ice – new blisters emerge. The water, the waves, the distance. The thrill of the ocean. Always the shock of blue expanse, a mirror to the sky, distance,…… Continue reading Every Shore Touches Another
On Being Alone During the Holidays
What image, mental or photographic, brings up the feeling of exclusion and loneliness? At the holidays, you have so many choices for this trigger. Yesterday, I went to the local Target. All these big stores are starting to feel like half-empty warehouses. I looked at the coffee maker I was thinking of buying. It was…… Continue reading On Being Alone During the Holidays
Don’t. Or do. Your Choice.
A preamble to decision making ahead of the lunar eclipse.Prose/poetry/tide/ebb/flow/boundaries/borders They are starting to be dangerously far removed from the world. Them. The people rushing around, removed from seasons, times, trees, and bogs, rivers and lakes. They bring their baggage to the ocean, and pick up the shells of the dead to remember they’ve been…… Continue reading Don’t. Or do. Your Choice.
Upbeat
Upbeat: cheerful, optimistic Downbeat: pessimistic, gloomy – in music, an accented beat, usually the first of the bar For various reasons, I’m going to start a series of “things” that are upbeat. Things – I do love abstract, blank words – but what else to call them? Articles? Thoughts? I read a piece – there’s…… Continue reading Upbeat
Panic and Sanctuary Part One
By the time one has updated, downloaded, found the batteries, checked the Bluetooth settings, updated again, restarted, and then made a much needed coffee – it’s a wonder anyone – me – has time or energy or thought left to say anything at all. Sometimes I think that’s the point. Tire everyone out with meaninglessness…… Continue reading Panic and Sanctuary Part One
Yellow Line Flood
You can see the thin hallow hollow moon hanging in the distance. A distant smile, a white light reflection, at the beginning of fasting, at the beginning of another moon cycle. You expect to know nothing? Something. But nature reminds you, with the trees bending in the spring wind, that one branch hovering over the…… Continue reading Yellow Line Flood
