oh, april

it’s spring,

it’s poetry month,

but i don’t feel like a poem, much
and, i don’t feel like a poet, much

unable to wax

about the army of robins
advancing in grid formation across the wakened grass, tilting their crowns in ancient choreography, listening, listening

about a cardinal beneath
the forsythia in dulled morning light
forecasting in my mind
how stunning this scene might-could be
when that gold blooms full in a cloudless sky next week

about the bald eagle i somehow didn’t perceive,
and regrettably flushed from a towering elm tree
as i stepped out from my door
and holy fuck,
i was just as flushed
beholding the nigh colossus that was her

these seeds of words and gamete poems
just atrophy, then die, inside of me

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March 18, 2025

it was 8:37 pm eastern
daylight savings time
when i felt the night descend on me
out on the stoop
listening to woodcocks in mating ritual

twilight was gone, instantly
the cold, sudden, enveloped me //

isn’t it strange,
when more than half-way to dawn past midnight
that another cold, even deeper, sets in
just before Sun’s rise

our solar Star, insists that we feel what it might be like
if it were never to rise again, on us

for some, tonight, it won’t.

in that hour, i pull the blankets up around my neck
while my feet search for the warm underside of the dog //

i awake with a memory of loss,
loss is my reliable companion in the deep chill of the early hours,

yet,

i am

alive, here, now, still //

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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

political & ideological opposition is meaningless now

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:

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january 10 2025


a sweet spot, a warm, quiet evening,

of a too-soft winter here,

on & of the good Earth,

that tempts the comfortable one

to flirt with forgetting

the hard totality

of this hot and cold, man-made,

loud and brutal World.



on Christmas eve

i traveled a river of concrete in a machine,
you traveled an ocean of air in a machine,
babies crying, inconsolably, you said
i said, eustachean tubes aren’t meant for 30,000 feet.

i am not meant for this,
neither are you,
neither are they.

not the opposite of joy
on Christmas eve
but the false pursuit of it
whatever is actually contrary to it
even if we don’t know it when we see it.
even if we refuse to know it when we see it.

if i allow myself to cry, he will see it on my face.

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the Anti-Übermensch

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,

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slouching toward bethlehem

i resist stirring, opening my eyes, or thinking

as the dog wakes, and waits

i am in the center of another dawn-dream,
on the precipice of
experiencing some thing, of understanding some thing

but it cannot hold,

evaporating
with every
slouch toward consciousness

i open my eyes to
the grey of the room, to the dark white gyre of the sky through these generous windows
i open my ears
to the beat
of crystals pummeling these generous windows,
once and again, realizing
i possess slow thighs,
heavy lungs, a heavier heart,
an entire weighted mass,
and a mind — less than half-known / half-known

i want to re-bury myself in the warm sands of sleep, the enveloping weightless numb
and drift back to
the liminal/

this must be the
feeling
of the fully-gestated
unborn fetus, warm,
quiet, still
waiting to be born
yet resisting being known, moving on

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Brunching Whilst the New Rome Burns

oh, these [neo]liberals
they love to be seen,
what’s the point of excess everything
if you ain’t seen by The Peers™️ or The Poors™️



they tell us we are unfortunates or degenerates, ambitionless, uneducated, lazy: we, mere mothers, workers, poors, caregivers, included with “the deplorables” — lumped together in the unmelting trash pot of America

“our” consumption has created islands of plastic in the Pacific ocean
and the dunes of clothing in the Chilean desert
our thoughtless, lowbrow Walmart and Target tastes,
our holiday shopping, and aspirational Disney World, Pigeon Forge, or Vegas vacations — our rare and short-lived “joy” until the credit card is full and the bill arrives / we don’t get to savor the memories — our joy quickly mutates into anxiety, over-time hours, debt, pain

whilst every single day — is their windfall, every day is their holiday,

their screens open to the financial page bookmarks first thing in the morning followed by local crime, never white-collared, though — never to poverty, hunger, oppression, genocide:

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HOW DID CRAZY HORSE VOTE ? — Joffre Stewart


Pamphlet written, published and distributed by Joffre Stewart


HOW DID CRAZY HORSE VOTE? vers. 2024

a posthumous collab with Joffre Stewart, most respectfully & reverently

Which party would be better for Israel?
Red or Blue?
Trick Question!
Both, that’s who!

Which party would be better for The People?
Red or Blue?
Trick Question!
Both, hate you!

Did CRAZY HORSE vote his Lakota People out of Dispossession and Genocide?

Did BLACK PEOPLE vote themselves out of Enslavement and American Apartheid?

Did WOMEN vote themselves IRREVOCABLE Equal and Reproductive Rights?

Have the SOLUTIONS to human dispossession, oppression ever been secured at the polls
with votes of RED or BLUE?

LISTEN:

REVOLUTION has been the ONLY DURABLE AMERICAN SOLUTION.

Yet, childlike, playing at history,

& with the future

You color some ovals, You check a box,

And, deny this

TRUTH.

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birthday, poem i

i want, i need, tomorrow’s time
for myself, to re-birth my self
she said to her self
on October 28th

but on October 29th
the dog
the birds
the people
were
hungry, thirsty
at all different times
in all different ways
and so,
she was consumed, clocked, measured, and watched

like an ordinary, non-re-birthing day

still, she waits,

like a pregnant cinderella

for her water to break

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Open Letter to Americans

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.

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