November 28, 2024

lost in my own thoughts
not about anything in particular
or even anything of worth
to my morning poetry adventure

just thoughts
about thoughts
about writing
about puppies
and thougths
about puppies
and bellies
and care
and the care we take
and the care we refuse
and everything as we lead up to
thanksgiving, and all that comes with it

the word

the history

the baggage

the holiday

the tradition

the fact that this country shouldn’t even exist

but here we are, on it

let’s care for Turtle Island while we still can,
got it?

February 21, 2023

the concept of community scares me

and i know the ancestors of this land
would balk
at that self-assessment

but i bet white supremacy would smile

feeling/being only beholden to oneself
makes for
either
one great bootstraps story
or
one of many that the upper-crust doesn’t have to deal with
other than as
stepping stones

but i was born and raised in this society
that values individuality above all else
and insists that, even within social standing
that place is precarious at best
(imagine entire books/movies/tv episodes
about a whole friend group
turning against you
for no reason other than
they can)
so to be solidly a part of a posse
you should be the one holding
all the power

that isn’t sustainable
that isn’t healthy
that isn’t the way humanity should be

but

i’ve lived it

multiple times

so please, caretakers of turtle island
i feel whispering in my flailing mind
from time to time,
forgive me as i resist the concept of community
and rely on only myself
and my spouse
for literally everything–
i’m only doing what i was taught
for the first 30 or so years of my life
and experienced from others
taught the same way…

my heart is vulnerable
but quite willing
to learn