“When we say that hate begets hate We mean it’s a mirror The oppressors will get what they give The lovers and freedom fighters reject that hate with fervor. expect our best for your worst, and expect us to live, well. Expect us Kneeling in dirt, weeding vegetable gardens Kneading dough in warm kitchens and smiling with our eyes Sharing freely without expectation Rising with the tide This is our revenge. Expect us to bring it in.” Poem by JP

We’ll be smiling with our eyes. #poetry #originalcontent #expectus

Do it! 💜

Should you refuse to show compassion because you believe it would make you appear weak, then you have misunderstood what strength is. It is honorable to have concern for others, to show empathy and to offer aid to someone in distress. To rebuke this is cowardice, not strength.

Power and wealth consolidation are reaching terrifying levels. #capitalism #oligarchy #fightforpeople #mutualism #poetry #writing #originalcontent

“When we say that hate begets hate We mean it’s a mirror The oppressors will get what they give The lovers and freedom fighters reject that hate with fervor. expect our best for your worst, and expect us to live, well. Expect us Kneeling in dirt, weeding vegetable gardens Kneading dough in warm kitchens and smiling with our eyes Sharing freely without expectation Rising with the tide This is our revenge. Expect us to bring it in.” Poem by JP

We’ll be smiling with our eyes. #poetry #originalcontent #expectus

Text overlaying a photograph of a blooming fire spike plant, “You know capitalists just replaced the monarchy, right?”

Brutality, aggression, just make it stop.

Text overlays a photograph of a white crab with some seaweed on the beach, “I am an honored guest of sea creatures great and small because I’m not a nazi fascist capitalist.”

#howireallyfeel #poetry #notpoetry

Text overlays an image of a tortoise beetle on a green leaf, which says, “Damn I was making these shoes that fly you to the moon, but instead I guess they'll have to be made to keep you cemented in place so you can stand your ground against a fascist government takeover.”

I will defend these kids from tyranny until I draw my last breath. #poetry #notpoetry #fascism

Bringing back vulgarity Not just as a word But as a movement “Of or relating to the common people”

Fuck all this being polite shit Do we ask nicely for water when our house is on fire? No, they “politely” fired people for expressing their right to freedom of speech “Politely,” in legal speak, they said that our taxes would increase to pay for the genocide in Gaza while billionaires siphon even more. This is war, and war is not nice.

Fuck all of those greedy sons of bitches! I’ll be a vulgar cunt every day (and rejoice that I can at least hurt their feelings, if they even have any).

#poetry #vulgarity

“We should be taking about how we are all experiencing the same suffocating feeling of intense despite the massive upwelling of resistance.” Text over the pristine, blue-green water of a natural spring that feeds a river.

I see you.

Let’s go

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Watching the world’s leaders join the stale chorus of people crying out against the genocide of Palestinians should be uplifting. It would carry more meaning and weight if…

…this had happened at least one year ago if not decades ago.
…the iron dome were destroyed.
…Israel were cut off…

I miss my feral childhood. I miss swimming in large puddles like they were ponds, singing to the cats as they gathered at the foot of our porch stairs, drawing in the dirt with sticks, and the elation of running as hard as I could and never twisting an ankle.

I’m losing my hearing like my mother and grandmother before me. When I was a kid, I feared this. What I didn’t know was that the process would involve the world spinning out of control, me holding tight to my breakfast, while a cotton gnome stuffed itself deep into my ear canal. #menieresdisease

Text over the image of a russula mushroom, “Mine is a recurring life from a recurring dream. We started off with lucid certainty, but upon finding we weren’t alone, became a scared and tangled mess.”

Text over image of a brown mushroom in front of coreopsis leaves, “This tousled madness of my youth weighs heavily on my heart; my heart, an overloaded nest, spilling over, sprawling, reaching out to an infinite universe (burdened with knowing solitude).”

Text overlaying an image of swamp milkweed and a brown mushroom, “The beginnings and endings are intertwining, messy; where we meet and where we part. We were all striking out, confident in our own wisdom to impart to find ourselves caught intwined amidst one another, in competition Wasn’t I first? Now I am last? Yet I am lasting.”

Text overlays an image of the inside of a large rose bush, the leaves and a few stems are visible along with a cardinal nest with two eggs, “Crashing in this eternal churning, cartwheeling motion The spirals of life that spin us outward The weaving emotions that sew us in The chaos defines our lives While our lives make order from chaos We are one, we are many We are ordered, we are disheveled A cat’s cradle.”

Previously published poem “Regeneration” #poetry #originalcontent #mushrooms #nest

“I’m so tired
My eyelashes mesh like our fingers clasping
And my eyelids press together like our lips
All I want are your kisses
I miss you”
#poetry #writing #butterflykisses #originalcontent

A photograph of zinnias growing in Monet’s Garden in Giverny, France. A poem overlays the image: The skin of this world is living and vast, meant to span generations, deep with bones of the past. All the systems that humans carve out are scars: lifeless metal, asphalt, concrete, and cars that thrive on death and the waste of millennia. So, I picked you this zinnia. By JP

A photograph of the gravestone in Paris where Jean Paul Sartre and Simone De Beauvoir are buried. The image is overlain with the text of a poem: To answer the question, yes, art imitates life; like a duck hiding in cypress knees, waddling unaware of his separation from the trees. By JP

Take down the tie and business soot. #poetry #originalcontent #zinnias #simonedebeauvior #jeanpaulsartre #theworldoftheliving #theworldofthedead

Poetic sparks, excerpts. #poem #writing #originalcontent

Cat sandwich #poemaday #writing #originalcontent #fungi #radicaltendencies #chronicillness

For #palestine #poemaday #writing #oc #originalcontent

Trying to speak to everyone like they’re raw. Gently. Kindly. With compliments. I love it when you…recognize the destructive nature of capitalism and the consolidation of power…

Now it’s your turn to fill In the statement! 💜

#thegardener #poemaday #writing #originalcontent #gentle

Cough cough sniffle #poemaday #writing #originalcontent #theflusucks

A few takes on an idea I’m fleshing out. #americanhegemony #poemaday #writing #makingupforthepasttwodays #flu #beingsickstinks

We’re allowed to have good days. #poemaday #saturday #writing #originalcontent

#poemaday #roses #originalcontent Still under the weather and still reeling after the shooting yesterday, but still there are poems to be written.

#poemaday #sublimation #thisisamerica #originalcontent #floridastate