My rage is named grief.
I tried to swing a baseball bat,
But shame dropped it.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
Instead of
"I would **** or die for you,"
On the sand and desert
Of some politician's stupid war,
I have learned to do the hard thing.
Breathing is startlingly intimate.
Consent to breathe with me.
I will live for you.
Fiercely, unflinchingly,
In the mess and filth of being.
I will help others live;
Together we will learn
How best to love.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
Time is a story we tell
To order the absurd.
I see nonsensical injury:
The handprint on her cheekbone,
Bruises yellowing like dandelions.
Why? What reason could there be?
Maelstorm cycles repeat into madness.
What can we do about it?
I do not know.
I look to the river.
Willows grow soft in spring,
And the ice melts again
Under ineffable blue sky.
Such it is;
Such it will be.
One day the river will flood.
One day dandelions will break the sidewalk,
But not today.
Today, we hope.
Today, we mend the bruise.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
There is a tree covered in ribbons
Growing by the riverside.
Small buds wake to springtime
Early in the blue brightness.
Many strips of cloth wind round
The Grieving Tree.
I added my own yesterday
During a rest on the long road.
It was a comfort to see many
Memento-leaves gathered close.
Yesterday's sun rose glimmering
On fresh snow and footprints.
Foxes howled in the forest
And hares danced for longer days.
Today the mountains beckon
Speaking of silence and solitude.
True leaves have not yet grown
On the prayer-handed trees.
Ribbons colour the melting winter
Red and purple, blue and green.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
The river runs deep.
Eyelets open as ice melts;
Blue irises edge clear water.
Her patience is thin -
Signs warn of narrow trails.
Upstream, the dam employs her
Six million kilowatt strength.
A steamship boiler
(Riveted, overbuilt steel)
Lies wrecked, a trophy
On display in snow-glitter.
Mankind must tread lightly.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
Less than thirty years ago,
The last residential school closed.
I sit in the shelter cafeteria
And snack on a gift of bannock bread
While studying malnutrition, sutures, and
Average healing time for wounds.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
Unyielding, raging pride and spite,
A death-grip on dignity,
The indomitable will
To get off his knees and
Punch anyone who touched him
Because it hurt to move.
I get it. I've felt that grief.
So I looked him in the eye and said;
You want to fight?
Fight the floor. Fight gravity.
Get up. I know you can
Because everyone cries,
Everyone ****** themselves,
Swears and sweats and
Lashes out in panic.
That's okay. I've seen worse.
Grab my hand, don't let go.
You're going to fight gravity
And you're going to win.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
Evil is a man in a suit who has no face.
He wears mine, he wears yours -
He keeps them in a book
To select ego-mask disguises.
He is the man who runs the trains.
He is the man who strikes the deal.
Who stares back from the mirror?
External devils are poor scapegoats,
Useful fearmongers for the preacher-kings.
Look within. Delete your disguise.
Evil is a man in a suit who wears your face -
Do not let him control your hands.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
This is such a small life,
Battling no demons but our own.
And yet, I see an adventure here -
An adventure, dear,
And I think you might be worth the risk.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC