To be better organizers, we must make self reflection a common practice.
Self Care Self care, Not selfish. It is not self care to not care. Self care, Not escapism. It is not self care to ignore it. Self care, Another radical term, Coopted by soccer-moms and aging Deadheads. Self care, Not an excuse. It is not self care, It is in no way care, To letContinue reading “Self Care (a poem)”
Like many young writers who play the professional game I picked up a part time job for some extra cash and experience to keep my resume flowing while I still look for the door to kick in and put my foot. I started canvassing for rent control in the city of Sacramento and felt wonderfulContinue reading “My Recent Car Wreck; Trauma Will Not Win”
Charter schools are agents of the school to prison pipeline, their lack of regulations make it almost impossible to actually teach, and their treatment of teachers is inexcusable.
Losers never win, That is what makes them a loser. President Loser.
I think it is no secret to the more informed us that the words of Hamlet’s mother have never been more true. “Methinks they do protest too much.” The quicker any one is to defend why they are not sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic or etc. is most blatantly trying to cover their inner bigot, whichContinue reading “Let’s All Cop to Something Unpleasant,”
Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.
Calling all hearts All Souls who have felt the bitter sweet burns of Love’s pain. Calling all minds All thinkers Doers And actors. Call all poet’s hearts, Do not be meek in the face of these days! Calling all strong, It’s time to stand up to bullies, Calling all thinkers, Lovers, Hearts, Minds, Souls. CallingContinue reading “Calling all…”
What ego delivered in these envious lyrics. Envious lyrics, timeless, seamless, and bought in. All bought in, soul, heart, mind, body, and more mind than body and even less soul. Less soul, less and deprived, less and known soul, less soul, in honesty burden known, known, and none. 6/9/14
I fill each page with a song and no page gets filled at all. These have been times, Wasted and harsh, bitter and entitled no more for all shall be entitled to peace, and love. But we have an illusion of what love is as such we have illusions of life. 6/8/14
Chapter 10 I didn’t awake until 9:40, well after my parents had awaken. I’m sure my substance consumption from the night before played a part. I still had no problem repeating it. I popped and snorted the last of the pills and smoked at least a gram of the dope and a bit of hash. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 10”
Chapter 9 I dreamed I fucked her again. This time without the ending event, we just fucked and fucked and fucked. I would actually have the same dream not to long after this one. It was a perfect dream, not because it was about fucking, just because I knew one day I could have her. Continue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 9”
Chapter 8 It was 7:45 when I woke up. My tour of Humboldt state wasn’t until 11. So I knew my parents wouldn’t be up until nine. So I just lied on the bed trying to remember my dream as best as I could so I could interpret it. First I thought of the beginningContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 8”