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for six consecutive summers, i’ve observed barn swallows enter and inspect the barn — diving and swooping in and out, perching and chattering wholly unbothered by my presence — but not until this, my sixth summer, did they finally deem worthy and decide to make their nest on a joist in this old, ramshackle barn
to experience their nesting is such a tender mercy in the time of remote, yet constant virtual witness and heartrage of genocide, of global horrors and famine — and of the daily unnatural disasters and unrelenting evidence of abrupt, irreversible climate breakdown and biodiversity/ecosystems collapse.
barn swallow nest under construction, june 9, 2024Audobon’s Birds of America, Popular Edition, 1950, Macmillan,
*from the author’s collection of vintage books of North American birds, wildlife and insects
O swallows, swallows, poems are not The point. Finding again the world, That is the point, where loveliness Adorns intelligible things Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.
the almost-surreal beauty of the evening of the 29th day of April, 2024 CE Cenozoic Era Quarternary Period Anthropocene Epoch Michigan, North America
“Why is the World so beautiful?” asks, Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer.
It didn’t have to be — the Earth could’ve been Big-Banged out into a uniform, utilitarian and dull rocky planet — evolving without bluebirds, banana trees and bioluminescent jellyfish — or April’s apple blossoms, golden-pink sky Sunsets, and frog choruses,
“25 years old Aaron Bushnell has succumbed to his injuries after self-immolation outside the gates of Israeli embassy in the settler colonial U.S. capital, Washington D.C. Bushnell live-streamed a Twitch video stating, “I will no longer be complicit in genocide. I’m about to engage in an extreme act of protest but, compared to what people have been experiencing in Palestine at the hands of their colonizers, it’s not extreme at all. This is what our ruling class has decided will be normal.” He then poured unidentifiable liquid upon himself and set himself on fire as he repeatedly screamed, “Free Palestine”!
In typical fashion, Western media and pro-genocide human filth have taken it upon themselves to condemn, ridicule, joke, ignore, and manipulate the action and character of Bushnell. Remarking with vile and inhumane disregard for his actions instead of examining and reflecting on what drove Bushnell to this extreme form of protest. Let us not lose sight of our humanity as politicians and warmongering cowards steer humanity closer and closer toward authoritarian control and collective madness.
Let this moment remind us of why we must speak up and continue fighting for Palestinian Liberation and decolonization of all colonized peoples. Let it remind us to unite toward continued actions of love and solidarity and survival. Let it remind us that we desperately need one another for the fights ahead and that we must fight with all our might to protect one another as we strive to dismantle unjust and oppressive systems in our bodies, in our families, in our friendships, in our communities, and in this gigantic world.
May Aaron’s friends and family have the space and courage to mourn and the confidence of outside support to rise above the scorn and ridicule of inhumane journalists, media outlets, and brainwashed citizens. May Aaron rest amongst his ancestors and bless this world with clarity, compassion, hope, and rebirth.” — RISE INDIGENOUS
fresh snow, a perfect medium for the long shadows cast by the house & black walnut tree, under the high and full Snow Moon of predawn february 24, 2024
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