influenced in part by, this most beautiful
dreamt song and these sweetly sung truths,
by Rodney Crowell.
my mother turned 75 years-old yesterday
and that’s all i know,
about her
anymore
my mother turned 75 years-old yesterday
and that’s all i know,
about her
anymore
in mid-July, the summer-resident barn swallows who had successfully raised and launched four fledglings by June 23rd, 2025, attempted to raise a second brood;
while i am not absolutely sure if it was the same set of parents or another in the barn swallow community that utilized the nest — as there is a collective of more than a dozen swallows that visits and assists in feeding sometimes too — it is most likely they are the same parent pair;
this is the second summer the barn swallows have nested here in my barn — using last year’s well-constructed nest which they attached to one of the joists like a balcony cantilevered on a Chicago highrise;
i began leaving the overhead barn door open when i first noticed them circling and investigating the barn a few years back; and i was thrilled last year when they began construction of their nest — they were so very welcomed and wanted here — i now know to leave the barn door raised from mid May through July to give them access.


the absurdity of the beauty of this dawn moment,
the absurdity
of the normalization of any moment or day, in life,
of the uninhibited and unselfconscious public documentation of both the ordinary and the excesses of life
simultaneous to
the People of Gaza documenting
Israeli Zionists
confining, starving, shooting, bombing, maiming, killing
and
incinerating
children,
in Palestine.

Today is both the Western and Eastern Christian observation of Good Friday,
and
Billionaire JB Pritzker, the current Governor of the State of Illinois in an annual constitutionally mandated “State Of The State” address of February 19, 2025, questioned the near and long-term State of the Union — of the United States of America,
the relevant paragraphs are excerpted below with a link to the full transcript:
Continue reading “The time is NOW for applied anti-fascist actions of resistance and desistance and acts of courage —firstly, by elected and sworn state and local leadership”
Replicating anti anti-fascist and anti anti-zionist propaganda and gaslighting tactics, the political marketing class and sworn officials of the U.S. and New York State Governments cosplay as integrity police and justice arbiters, and attempt to manipulate both the rule of their false law and their false order to condemn, litigate and abolish the law of the streets and resistance movements for liberation and justice.
They will fail.
Continue reading “the war on anti-terror”“What do you do? You wack the C.E.O. at the annual parasitic bean-counter convention. It’s targeted, precise, and doesn’t risk innocents,”
passage written in a notebook attributed to alleged Anti-Terrorist, Luigi Mangione
if there was a Mother God,
if God was a Mother,
not “were”
this wouldn’t be
our reality
a dying planet
a deadened polity
mass extinction by chainsaw, net,
bolt-gun or bomb
they said, “96% of children in Gaza feel that death is imminent”
in Sudan, the famine is massive,
oh, this reaper, he is very discriminate
in Congo, there’s mass enslavement for minerals,
see the phone in her hand?! her hypocrisy?! she can’t claim to be innocent!
the Pacific’s so hot,
that it’s killed 4 million murres
while the Indigenous still invoke
“cultural rights” to baby seal furs
therefore,
God is either male — or, truer,
the God who created everything,
was the very first one extincted,
as Nietzsche,
and the german thinkers before him,
all, belatedly said,
Dear Americans:
When you finally realize that the solution to the economy — rent and groceries (not the stock market, not your investment portfolio), to health and healthcare, bodily autonomy and reproductive rights, the climate crisis, to environmental destruction — of land, air, and water and biodiversity, to wealth inequality, to systemic racism/white supremacy, to colossal, empire-sized military and police budgets — and endless overt and proxy wars and ongoing GENOCIDE — CAN NOT and WILL NOT be found in the BALLOT BOX — blue or red,
— then what?
then, what will you do? will you hope to ride it out quietly with whatever measure of privilege you possess (white male, white adult, middle-classed, usefully employed in the systems of government or institutions of political or corporate power)?
Will you finally rise up and do the necessary-yet-awful, brave, brutal and hard work to resist and fight — like every dignified human collective across history and even today — like the Palestinians? Like the Lakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho? Like the Maroons of Haiti — or will you be like the Germans — roll over, fall in line, bide your time — hope they come for your neighbor or coworker instead; maybe even turn them in?
This “nation is a massacre”, it always has been
for tens of millions of people right here of and on this land — and for hundreds of millions globally — even if that excludes you and yours (for now).
Enough of this profane American existence.
Enough already.
Continue reading “Open Letter to Americans”lilacs re-leaf, re-bloom
in October
hummingbird moths feed,

and simultaneously,
She’s un-be-coming a human be-ing
She’s destined to,
we’re destined to, too
no
need to
tell me, explain
what’s happening
as constant witness,
as constant, remote witness to slaughter,
as constant gardener,
as constant tender,
as constant daughter,
i see.
i recognize.
i know,
Continue reading “phenology II”
First,
Unit 8200 came for the Palestinians.
with beta Gospel.
AI algorithmic kill lists, the modern canon.
the devils don’t need the details:
a rough timeline, character sketch
just like their old testaments, will do just fine
their new codices
say “them” are the animals,
illegals,
terrorists,
insurgents
divergent
or merely,
existent
predicated on their math of Dominion and omission
demons conceived, incubated and developed in
Tel Aviv, NSA, USA
traitors to the human race
pledged allegiance to The Apartheid State
they migrate
to Silicon Valley
and live in our clouds,
seed and feed your tech portfolio
buy your complicity too easy and relatively, cheaply
they know you traffic and travel comfortably with your
BlackRock War Dividend Platinum Rewards™️ Card
that your urbane lifestyle co-signs ecocide
that you’ll reliably Demsplain a genocide
as mothers, children, olive trees, & the seas die in real time
before we, the real humans’ eyes
the cultured parasites, comfortably-numbed bystanders in the Zone of Interest living their dream lives,
as students and artists and workers and poets resist their silencing and their systems
the entire fucking World, a Fire Factory
the gunshot
crisp, startling
a radiating crackle
floating on the unusually warm autumn air
my dog bolts for the house, and once inside, takes cover under the desk – this is a natural response to explosives
fear, confusion, rage, sorrow course through my marrow — we are made of the same stuff
then i remember that deer-stalking-luring-and-killing with a gun season started today
i’d seen the dignified six-point buck head south earlier,
the same direction of the blast / i realize that he may be dead, now
then i remember that i haven’t seen the
doe and her playful and curious fawns
in over a month’s time
on my way to the highway entrance ramp,
i avoid the main roads
where the bodies of two deer lay dead
a half mile apart
/ i pretend they can’t be, that they aren’t my familiars /
the deer always seem to be lying just barely off the road
do they collapse and die there identically — or does someone drag them there by their legs or antlers; are there protocols for this?
what does the weight of a dead deer body or dead human body feel like in the hands? are the dead heavier? would i be able to drag a deer or human body? maybe — in my heyday
i have only ever held dead rabbits, squirrels, birds, fish in my own two hands
then i remember that our first dog was euthanized at home, in the back yard, in the June Sun, but it was not me who lifted and carried his body away / why didn’t i carry him? back then, i was in my strength heyday.
Continue reading “deer hunting season | regular firearm, November 15 – 30, 2023, Michigan, U.S.”