A poem, but not about tinnitus.
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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 poem for 2020.
A poem about invisible disability.
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”
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Because Tom Waits brings representation to a side of America that both liberals and conservatives try to ignore!
President-Elect Biden, platitudes will not heal our pain!
Recently, I finished my term as the co-chair of my chapter of the Democratic Socialists of America. Until now I had been in a leadership position at some capacity for the last 3 years. Now I have the time to return to my creative work. While I loved my time in leadership, I am exhausted.Continue reading “I’m a Poet not a Pundit”
Mudlung hacking on the street corner, chugging 40 ounces, half past curfew, He couldn’t pay the rent, He couldn’t pay his debt, Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. __ Onlyfans allowed in the room, 50 cents extra for a peak. SheContinue reading “Debt and Rent”
Peace is the spirit of the messenger, with birds over yonder. Perched is a dove, a crow, and a pigeon. Perched as the employees of deliverance and omens, and so shall they be our messengers of peace. Peace that which comes from the messengers, and all the work they’ve done.
First draft, catch the idea, put it on the page. But its not all there yet? Doesn’t matter, you have a quota. Just get it on the page, and get it out there. Fuck editing, fuck censoring, it’s all out, all on the line. Tomorrow is a big day, in a bad way, maybe weContinue reading “First Draft”