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I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest. This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people! Patreon also makes itContinue reading “Announcement: Blog Rebranding”
A new public (free) post explaining why I write about left politics even though I hate online grifters, insist we need to log off more, and have no interest in being a pundit. Spoiler: It’s because I want to write poetry but I can’t just give my patrons nothing when they give me something, andContinue reading “The Professional Protester #39 Why I Will Still Write About Politics in 2021 | James J Jackson on Patreon”
A poem for 2020.
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Hell isn’t other people, Hell is other people on the internet.
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A poem about invisible disability.
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What pandemic isolation is making me wonder about myself and how I want to change.
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To transcend labels, this was my original life’s goal. To walk the path of life thinking about nothin but the soul. ____ But obsession with the soul, with meaning and existence, is a waste of breath and privilege, and all of it a heart blockage to resistance. ______ Then one day after much trial andContinue reading “To Be Called a Red”