you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
It doesn’t come through governance… it has existed all throughout. It doesn’t come through war, fear and revenge masquerade as lib… It doesn’t come through money,
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
You think it’s fear you’re drawing… but continue to relentlessly corne… and you’ll realize fear was a guar… a mask seeking to deceive, a prelude to the seething energy o…
I don’t belong here, in the crushing deep abyss. The triturating pressure, makes me forget about the asphyxia… The frigid cold,
Ambivalence was taking the power b… Without ever looking back, but the… Ambivalence was the guilt preventi… was the same guilt I was taught to… Ambivalence was people calling me…
I drive through each forgotten str… Where the daily trash upon the cit… And mark on every body I meet Marks of violence, marks of chroni… In every defiant act of every Man…
Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,