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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686Sun, 01 Jun 2025 01:19:55 +0000adrian tomine newsnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)Blogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-3289193585356167852Thu, 03 Oct 2024 19:40:00 +00002024-10-03T15:42:10.034-04:00Q & A Tour 2024<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="965" height="320" src="; width="268" /></a></div><p> Details, info, and tickets available <a href="; target="_blank">here</a>.<br /></p><p></p>2024/10/adrian-tomine-on-tour.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-89405843068378325Thu, 03 Oct 2024 19:30:00 +00002024-10-03T15:30:37.300-04:00Q & A<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1791" height="320" src="; width="224" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="w-post-elm post_content us_custom_48f22d5d"><section class="l-section wpb_row height_auto width_full"><div class="l-section-h i-cf"><div class="g-cols via_flex valign_top type_default"><div class="vc_col-sm-12 wpb_column vc_column_container"><div class="vc_column-inner"><div class="wpb_wrapper"><div class="wpb_text_column"><div class="wpb_wrapper"><p><b>Everything you wanted to know about storytelling or Adrian Tomine but were too afraid to ask<br /> </b><br /> “That would’ve been too easy and spontaneous for me, and I had to find a way to make everything more complicated.”</p> <p>And yet for over thirty years, bestselling author, screenwriter, and New Yorker cover artist Adrian Tomine’s work has set the standard for contemporary storytelling. With Tomine, his readership has grown from the dedicated following of his comic-book series Optic Nerve to include a wider but still engaged, opinionated, and ever-inquiring public. And now, for the first time in print, Tomine responds to his readers directly, tackling their questions and comments with generosity, humor, and vulnerability.</p> <p>Q&A is one part personal history, one part masterclass in crafting quality entertainment. With questions pulled from his time at the Substack Writers’ Residency, and with additional, new material, Q&A is an indispensable addition to the collections of eagle-eyed fans and aspiring artists, writers, and cartoonists alike.</p> <p>Tomine answers questions about his preferred tools, his creative process, the ups and downs of adaptation, and perhaps most importantly—how to pronounce his last name. Illustrated with drafts, outtakes, and photos from the artist’s personal collection, this rare peek into the mind of a contemporary cartooning giant lays out the method to his meticulous brand of madness. The artist looks back on his career in response to queries from his—maybe adoring but mostly curious—public with his signature dry wit and unflinching, self-deprecating honesty.</p><p> Available now from <a href="; target="_blank">Drawn & Quarterly</a> or wherever you get books. <br /></p> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></section> </div>2024/10/q-a.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-7937674219829033753Thu, 03 Oct 2024 19:27:00 +00002024-10-03T15:27:38.079-04:00Shortcomings: A Screenplay<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1776" height="320" src="; width="222" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="w-post-elm post_content us_custom_48f22d5d"><section class="l-section wpb_row height_auto width_full"><div class="l-section-h i-cf"><div class="g-cols via_flex valign_top type_default"><div class="vc_col-sm-12 wpb_column vc_column_container"><div class="vc_column-inner"><div class="wpb_wrapper"><div class="wpb_text_column"><div class="wpb_wrapper"><p><b>The annotated and expanded screenplay adaptation of the landmark graphic novel<br /> </b><br /> Ben and Miko’s relationship is in trouble. He’s a struggling filmmaker, she works for a local film festival, and in various ways, they’re both searching for something else. When he’s not managing a derelict movie theater, Ben spends his time obsessing over unavailable blonde women, watching Criterion Collection DVDs, and eating in diners with his best friend Alice, a grad student with a serial dating habit. When Miko moves to New York for an internship, Ben begins to explore what he thinks he wants, throwing himself headfirst into new relationships, unfamiliar surroundings, and uncharted emotional territory. Equal parts comedy and drama, <i>Shortcomings</i> explores the complexities of culture, desire, and Asian American identity with a critical eye and unsparing, irreverent wit.</p> <p>Based on Adrian Tomine’s groundbreaking graphic novel of the same name, <i>Shortcomings</i> was written by Tomine and directed by Randall Park. It premiered at the Sundance Film Festival and was an official selection at the Tribeca Festival in advance of a theatrical release from Sony Pictures Classics.</p> <p>Tomine’s screenplay is presented here with extensive annotations, commentary, and bonuses, including alternate and deleted scenes, a selection of color film stills, an introduction from Randall Park, and an exclusive new comic from Tomine. An essential companion to the original graphic novel, this volume is an illuminating document of an iconic story’s adaptation from page to screen.</p><p>Available now from <a href="; target="_blank">Drawn & Quarterly</a> or wherever you get books. <br /></p> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></section> </div>2024/10/shortcomings-screenplay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-361389816262604077Tue, 05 Jan 2021 16:30:00 +00002021-01-05T11:30:47.464-05:00New Print<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="; /></a></div>The December 7, 2020 cover of The New Yorker is now available as a signed print. For further details and ordering information, <a href=" visit the "prints" section of the website</a>.<p></p>2021/01/new-print.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-2435697462817984875Wed, 09 Dec 2020 20:46:00 +00002020-12-09T15:47:42.034-05:00"Love Life"<p><a href="; style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1501" height="320" src="; /></a></p>Cover illustration on the December 7, 2020 issue of <i>The New Yorker. </i>A brief interview about the cover can be found <a href=" /><p></p>2020/12/love-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-222279894582051653Sat, 18 Jul 2020 15:47:00 +00002020-07-18T11:47:36.767-04:00"The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Cartoonist"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></div> Adrian's new book arrives in stores and online on Tuesday, July 21. Please support independent booksellers and purchase the book <a href="; or from your local retailer. On Tuesday, Adrian will also be embarking on his first (and hopefully last) "virtual" book tour: a series of online conversations with an incredible group of friends, fellow artists, performers, critics, and more. Click on the "TOUR" link at the bottom of the page for information and links to all the events.<br /><br />2020/07/the-loneliness-of-long-distance.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-1660665221084009583Thu, 23 Jan 2020 19:51:00 +00002020-05-15T18:39:07.301-04:00Coming Soon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> Adrian's new book, <i>The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Cartoonist</i>, will be published by Drawn & Quarterly on July 21, 2020. Further details <a href=";. If you'd like to pre-order the book, please support independent booksellers by doing so <a href=";. 2020/01/coming-soon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-9120922626273060910Thu, 23 Jan 2020 19:44:00 +00002020-01-23T14:44:21.925-05:00"Intruders"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="311" height="320" src="; width="221" /></a></div> <br /> <span id="goog_1118835897"></span>Originally published in <i>Killing and Dying</i>, the short story "Intruders" has been re-published in a small paperback format by Faber & Faber as part of their 90th anniversary Faber Stories series. More information <a href=" <a href=";.2020/01/intruders_23.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-3560914989657531570Mon, 17 Sep 2018 19:02:00 +00002018-09-17T15:02:10.077-04:00Comics Work (2004-2014)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="603" height="320" src="; width="212" /></a></div> Adrian's first solo gallery exhibition opens next month in New York, featuring original pages from <i>Optic Nerve</i>, <i>Shortcomings</i>, and <i>Killing and Dying.</i><br /> <br /> ADRIAN TOMINE<br /> Comics Work (2004-2014)<br /> <br /> October 4 – November 11, 2018<br /><br />ADAM BAUMGOLD FINE ART<br />104 E. 81st Street, New York, NY 10028<br />(212) 861-7338 / abaumgold@aol.com<br /><br />exhibition preview: <a href=";2018/09/comics-work-2004-2014.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-8249583815585874917Mon, 17 Sep 2018 18:55:00 +00002018-09-17T14:55:31.044-04:00"Fourth Wall"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1172" height="320" src="; width="234" /></a></div> Cover illustration on the September 24, 2018 issue of <i>The New Yorker. </i>A brief interview and some preparatory sketches can be found <a href=";.2018/09/fourth-wall.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-6604625949539473108Wed, 11 Jul 2018 16:12:00 +00002018-07-11T12:12:08.276-04:00New prints<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="; width="241" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="550" height="320" src="; width="241" /></a></div> Two new prints are now available. For further details and ordering information, <a href=" visit the "prints" section of the website</a>.<br /><br />2018/07/new-prints.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-2057442915533622546Wed, 25 Apr 2018 17:43:00 +00002018-04-25T13:43:01.781-04:00New Artwork for Sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="597" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></div> A new batch of original artwork (including unpublished sketches and preparatory drawings) is now for sale. Please click <a href="; or on the "original art" link at the bottom of the screen for more details.2018/04/new-artwork-for-sale.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-5505796700107749410Wed, 24 Jan 2018 22:09:00 +00002018-01-24T17:09:42.590-05:00"Killing and Dying" paperback<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="475" height="320" src="; width="228" /></a></div> Adrian's <i>New York Times</i> bestseller arrives in paperback on February 6th. Available in <a href=" stores</a>, <a href=" shops</a>, and <a href=";. To celebrate the release, Adrian will be making two in-store appearances:<br /> <br /> Tuesday, February 6, 7:30 pm<br /> <a href=" Are Magic</a><br /> 225 Smith Street, Brooklyn, NY<br /> Book signing, raffle, and Q&A with New York Times comedy columnist <a href=" Zinoman</a>.<br /> <br /> Saturday, February 10, 6:00 pm<br /> <a href=" and Prose at the Wharf</a><br /> Book signing and Q&A with <a href=" Holmes</a>, host of NPR's "Pop Culture Happy Hour."<br /> <br /> <br />2018/01/killing-and-dying-paperback.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-1489471589620070823Wed, 24 Jan 2018 21:53:00 +00002018-01-24T16:53:12.568-05:00"This American Life"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1370" height="106" src="; width="320" /></a></div> Illustration for the newly re-designed "This American Life" website: <a href=" /><br />2018/01/this-american-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-7306265475193292475Sat, 20 Jan 2018 23:31:00 +00002018-01-20T18:31:23.815-05:00"Where Millennials Come From"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="869" height="320" src="; width="306" /></a></div> Illustration for an article by Jia Tolentino, published in the <a href=" 4, 2017 issue of <i>The New Yorker</i></a>.<br /><br />2018/01/where-millennials-come-from.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-5346600070686687156Sat, 20 Jan 2018 23:27:00 +00002018-01-20T18:27:28.693-05:00"Twin Lens Reflex"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="836" height="287" src="; width="320" /></a></div> Illustration for the cover of the <a href=", 2017 issue of <i>In The City</i></a><i>.</i>2018/01/twin-lens-reflex.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-459292971020683501Sat, 20 Jan 2018 23:22:00 +00002018-01-20T18:22:31.617-05:00"Appointment with Death"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="663" height="320" src="; width="233" /></a></div> Illustration for an article by James Lasdun, published in the <a href=" 3, 2017 issue of <i>The New Yorker</i></a>.<br /><br />2018/01/appointment-with-death.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-4776316234890418392Wed, 16 Aug 2017 21:11:00 +00002017-08-16T17:11:26.616-04:00"Upstate"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1172" height="320" src="; width="234" /></a></div> Cover illustration for the August 21, 2017 issue of <i>The New Yorker</i>.<br /> To read a brief interview with Adrian about this cover, please click <a href=" href=" /></a><br />2017/08/upstate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-235594004111476839Wed, 16 Aug 2017 21:05:00 +00002017-08-16T17:05:11.089-04:00"A Life of Adventure and Delight"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="673" height="204" src="; width="320" /></a></div> Adrian reviewed Akhil Sharma's <i>A Life of Adventure and Delight</i> for <i>The New York Times Book Review</i>. Click <a href="; to read the full review.2017/08/a-life-of-adventure-and-delight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-9073866535126429928Wed, 16 Aug 2017 21:00:00 +00002017-08-16T17:00:37.940-04:00"Shortcomings" Art for Sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></div> Every piece of original art from <i>Shortcomings </i>is now available from <a href=" Hignite Comic Art</a>. Original illustration artwork will continue to be sold through <a href=" website</a>. Please check both sites for updates.2017/08/shortcomings-art-for-sale.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-2055657005939978965Wed, 16 Aug 2017 20:57:00 +00002017-08-16T16:57:30.200-04:00BKBF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1035" height="320" src="; width="207" /></a></div> Adrian illustrated the poster for the 2017 <a href=" Book Festival</a>. Design by <a href=" Corral</a>.2017/08/bkbf.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-9041559865163604620Wed, 28 Jun 2017 20:04:00 +00002017-06-28T16:07:27.625-04:00Art for Sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="599" height="320" src="; width="320" /></div> Every piece of original art from <i>Killing and Dying </i>is now available from <a href=" Hignite Comic Art</a>. Original illustration artwork will continue to be sold through <a href=" website</a>. Please check both sites for updates.<br /> <br /> 2017/06/art-for-sale.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-607129539982014706Wed, 28 Jun 2017 19:56:00 +00002017-06-28T15:56:29.660-04:00Translated, to the Japanese<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="; width="213" /></a></div> Japanese edition of <i>Killing and Dying</i>, published by <a href=" Kankokai</a>.<br /><br />2017/06/translated-to-japanese.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-5178092647144058249Wed, 28 Jun 2017 19:39:00 +00002017-06-28T16:07:46.741-04:00"What Makes a Parent?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="658" height="320" src="; width="231" /></a></div> Commissioned for the May 22, 2017 issue of <a href=" New Yorker</a>, but they went with a photo instead.<br /> <br /> 2017/06/what-makes-parent.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568450300505921686.post-4906873853917199906Wed, 28 Jun 2017 19:32:00 +00002017-06-28T16:08:14.312-04:00"She's Science"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="547" height="320" src="; width="194" /></a></div> Cover illustration for the 17th volume of "<a href=" The City</a>," a Japanese literary magazine.<br /> <br /> 2017/06/shes-science.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (admin.)0

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Wed, 08 Apr 2026 03:31:20 +0000 en-US hourly 1 /wp-content/uploads/2022/12/cropped-amb-favicon-32x32.png blog – adrienne maree brown 32 32 choosing earth /2026/04/08/choosing-earth/ Wed, 08 Apr 2026 03:28:15 +0000 /?p=7746 Read More... from choosing earth]]> if anything horrific horrific happens i’m here i used to say if you need me call me and i meant if the darkness makes you feel lost i’ll be your gallows humor i’ll find you by your laughter i used to say if something bad happens let me know and i meant i will close any distance to catch you before you fall i only need a white flag then if anything unprecedented happens text me i love you but my ringer’s off so many phone calls have ruined my life and i am trying to build one of the arks to carry us through this one horrific isn’t enough we have witnessed humanity dragged by the hair to hell we have seen the charred earth as each day brings unholy tantrums from men who hate the word no today the president of the united states threatened the annihilation of a people the dictator of reality tv is jealous of the moon in an age of celestial mechanics he fetishizes a nuclear option today we know the names of every coward who claims power but cannot seem to shift a tide to save a life i’d rather worship a rock in the vastness i’d rather cry with astronauts so if anything horrific horrific happens i’m here screaming NO with you grieving home with you raging ourselves free with all the people of earth at odds with our governments and if i can’t hold you close or again i will name the brightness for you i will be steadfast – an earthling choosing earth choosing earth ]]> all this loss is making me wilder /2026/03/08/all-this-loss-is-making-me-wilder/ Sun, 08 Mar 2026 14:12:10 +0000 /?p=7739 Read More... from all this loss is making me wilder]]> for international women’s day if no means nothing if your word means nothing if laws mean nothing if prayers mean nothing if children mean nothing if life means nothing if tomorrow means nothing then how can we bargain you never look back we carry you you never look down we lift your head above water you never apologize with both actions and words and we cannot forgive an unsheathed sword you are a burden on this soil on our soul you must be stopped we must be whole it’s time for a general strike a generational strike it’s time for the women who carry the world in our hearts to say no more no more until there is no war no war everyone else come with us come flank this feral act all of us must mother the world must craft with our boundaries fact our new labor is a faith filled no no more civility with monstrous lore no more non essential work no more sex with hateful sheep no more money to those who reap no obedience to the pedophile class no more artificial intelligence no more budget for endless war no more collateral damage of the brown and the poor we are at the precipice we must take to the streets and the chambers of power we will meet your force with a holy no we say yes to the work of this late hour chaos is your weapon care is ours you’ve fooled so many but enough of us know we pass through the portal holding onto each other and you will not survive if we let you go if you won’t stop then we must as you read this we sing at the pyre we are birthing the next world and you are merely a ring of fire ]]> a comrade spell for trees /2026/02/22/a-comrade-spell-for-trees/ Sun, 22 Feb 2026 20:45:21 +0000 /?p=7729 Read More... from a comrade spell for trees]]> (shared at february 2026 multifaith prayer circle for palestine) dedicated to all who would live in peace but were born into a time of war, who turn and face the moment with open hearts, a comrade spell for trees find one other love warrior to root towards comrade we must be trees now we must weave together at the root now hold each other in ways only the dirt can see soft bark bend to kiss her face without breaking comrade we must be trees now whoever has been safe enough to grow tall must be mindful canopy drinking the sky river pouring the abundant sunlight down to each other waterfalls through our pitch black veins we must cover the smallest of us in green feed the sprouts and the saplings comrade our lives are in danger and our lives are precious the forest of the world feels the loss of each pine needle each leaf each battered bark we know every life kindled matters we know every forest swallowed matters there is no tree more sacred no tree less comrade if i could save you i would i know it isn’t up to me i can only meet the moment with my dignity i will live as long as i can to be with you in every possible way feel me with you comrade a year of fire is upon us and we are winter wood dry from a season of weeping some years we can only witness as they come at us with axes this year we burn we taste each other’s ashes but miraculously, meekly, we live on without abandoning each other or the land that holds us home we let ourselves be known in this lifetime – that may be our victory comrade they have turned us into tables, walls, ladders and chairs but we held up no lie we pulse at night haunting colonial dreams with our memories with our beauties with our truths comrade if i am needed by the fire i will burn bright enough to scream let this be for good let this be for sovereignty let this be for freedom let this be for love let this sacrifice be worthy of the day to come comrade we must be trees now if nothing else whisper your heart into an acorn and release it trust the earth to remind us how to live in this way comrade we have always survived in this way beloved we will always survive ]]> tangents /2026/02/14/tangents/ Sat, 14 Feb 2026 20:46:37 +0000 /?p=7731 Read More... from tangents]]> i would love it if the president never mentioned children again i would love for the weapons to crawl out of our hands and burrow down into the magma core of earth i would love a thread that could stitch a spirit wound i would love it if harm could be sucked up like venom, spat out if the poison of violation could be stamped return to sender i mean i would love it if the harm others did to us showed up as confessions on their faces which only faded as we healed i would love a decade without men in leadership roles before they are allowed to be considered to be invited to try sharing power i would love a world without patriarchy, pedophilia or prisons i would love an era of rituals to recover, rituals of release and remembering i would love to feel tethered to the earth in the forever/free way she wants me i would love a chance to get everyone fed i would love each of you to feel how loved you are by your ancestors i would love time to set things so right that we say peace or justice and mean the same thing i would love a hundred years without borders to feel us turn to the earth as one body or at least majority rule of people who think in generations not skewed by made up nations i would love to redistribute the wealth of the world as a song of reparation i would love an economic system that ensured universal enoughness harnessing abundance for the collective i would love it if we lost all sense of binary i would love benevolent help and oh i would love to feel fearless in my home debt free, as a person and a people i would love total control over every inch of my self, skin and power and thought i would love to make of myself my grandest creation, free of shame, comparison or fear overflowing with my deepest rooted stardust for the whole brief flash of this human life because that’s the whole point i would love it if we could just enjoy ourselves i would love to remember how to play and you give me such moments and that’s why i love you ]]> Murmurations: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today /2025/08/19/murmurations-the-haitian-revolution-continues-lessons-for-today/ Tue, 19 Aug 2025 17:25:48 +0000 /?p=7671 Read More... from Murmurations: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today]]> hello beloveds! the Murmurations column continues even though YES! Magazine had to sunset. Movement Generation is still curating for this year, and we will both house the column and share all over social to help people access these exciting pieces. today’s offering is from beloved Leah Penniman: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today A Black August Murmurations Reflection by Leah Penniman of Soul Fire Farm Leah Penniman is a Haitian-heritage farmer,, and founding Co-ED of Farm Operations at Soul Fire Farm in Grafton, New York, an Afro-Indigenous farm that works toward food and land justice. She serves as a member of clergy in the African tradition religions of Vodun and Ifa. Her books, Farming While Black and Black Earth Wisdom, are love songs for the land and her people. More at www.soulfirefarm.org. Black rumbling clouds provided cover for the insurgents as they converged in the forested grove at Bwa Kayiman on August 14, 1791. Heavy rain drops and lightning were welcomed as good omens by the two-hundred enslaved people who entrusted their officiants, Hougan Dutty Boukman and Mambo Cecile Fatiman, to call the African and Taino spirits to their aid. The time for revolution was imminent. The Africans in Saint-Domingue had suffered at the hands of the most brutal enslavers in the hemisphere, forced to toil in scorching disease-ridden cane fields, and when they did not meet quotas – buried alive, crushed in mortars, crucified on planks, castrated, forced to eat excrement, boiled in cane syrup, and sent down the mountainside in barrels studded with spikes. As the rain washed the sweat in rivulets down their bodies, Boukman intoned, “God who has made the sun that shines upon us, that rises from the sea, that makes the storm to roar, and governs the thunders . . . you have seen what the whites have done . . . give strength to our arms and courage to our hearts. Sustain us . . . Harken until Liberty!” Fatima sacrificed a black pig to the deity Ezili Danto, spiritual mother of Haiti and protector of the rebels. Together, the congregation swore a blood oath to free the land and free themselves, at any cost. Within the next ten days, the maroon army of Dahomey took hold of the Northern Province. By 1792, the rebels controlled nearly a third of Saint-Domingue (Haiti). By 1804, after 12 years of uprising, they declared complete victory as the only rebellion of the enslaved to result in the founding of a nation both free from slavery and free from rule by their former captors. The Haitian revolution inspired insurgencies across the colonized world for which Western nations have punished Haiti to this day. This Black August we commemorate Bwa Kayiman and reflect on the lessons that this catalytic Vodou ceremony has for changemakers today. Professor Pierre Michel Chery proposed the “Prensip Bwa Kayiman,” a set of proverbs, written in Haitian Kreyól, elucidating the values of Bwa Kayiman, which will be explored in this essay. Sa nou pa konnen pi gran pase nou. What we do not know is greater than us. For a small band of hungry, sparsely-resourced rebels to take on the military might of France, Spain, and England in a bid for their freedom required a deep faith in the Divine mystère. They called on God, Ezili Danto, all of the sacred loa, their ancestors, and the power of the forest that hid them to “direct our hands and give us help.” What if we, in this moment of acute repression, acknowledged that we can’t win freedom on our own – that we need the strength of our ancestors and the Divine to make a way out of no way? Dèyè mòn gen mòn; There are more mountains behind mountains. The steep, forested slopes provided refuge for maroon communities who escaped the plantation, forming autonomous societies and rebel armies. Vodou priest François Mackandal, born in Guinea and enslaved in Limbé, unified the maroon bands and established a network of secret organizations among the plantation enslaved, uniting over 6000 rebels and leading to the rebellion of 1751-1758. The Mackandal insurgency was a precursor and training ground for the revolution. In what ways are we investing in land-based autonomous zones, beyond the gaze and control of Empire, where we can train, organize, strategize, and heal? How are we engaging the cradled protection of mountains and forests to incubate our movements? Chak moun gen fason pa li pou li lapriyè. Respekte fason chak moun lapriyè… Everyone has their own way to pray. Respect how everyone prays. In Haitian Vodou, there is always enough room on the shrine for your deity and enough room in the ceremony for your praise songs. The freedom-fighters were Kongo, Yoruba, Fon, Angola, Dahomey, Nago, Igbo, Bizango, and Taino and they combined the strength of all of their deities to unite in one syncretized religion. Vodou implicitly rejected the Africans’ status as “slaves” and asserted the basic humanity and dignity of each person. In what ways are we celebrating the beliefs, cultures, and faiths of those in our community, even when we differ? How are we building a wide tent that embraces diversity in our coalitions? Do we see every one of us as fully human and worthy of dignity? Tank n ap aprann, se tank n ap konnen kòman pou nou respekte ekilib lavi a. The more we learn, the more we will understand how to respect life’s balance. The Haitian revolutionaries understood that their dehumanization and enslavement was contrary to the natural order of the universe and an upset to the metaphysical balance of life. They expected the deities, manifested in nature, to come to their aid. And they did, in the form of mosquitos carrying yellow fever. Over 12,000 British troops that invaded Haiti in 1794 succumbed to the dreaded “black vomit” according to Sir John Fortescue, with more dying from disease than combat. British soldiers began to riot when they found out they were being sent to the West Indies, well knowing it was effectively a death sentence. The French attempt to retake the island in 1802 ended in defeat after General Charles Leclerc and 50,000 of his troops perished to “Yellow Jack.” By 1804, one account estimates that the disease had killed 80 to 85% of French forces. To face the most powerful army in the world at the time, Toussaint L’Ouverture established bases in the mountains with fewer mosquitos and used herbal medicines to protect fighters from the disease. Some believed that their fallen heroes, like Mackandal, reincarnated as mosquitos to aid their resistance. Of course, the resistance lost many lives to yellow fever as well, only partially mitigated by their deft use of the highlands. Nature out of balance brings trouble to all beings. Whether we see the world through an empirical scientific lens or a spiritual lens (or both) can we admit that the wildfires, floods, hurricanes, droughts, pest outbreaks, and heat waves are messengers of a world out of balance? Can we imagine that restoring balance in our human communities will have ripple effects in the natural world? Can we see the echoes and parallels in the way we treat our human kin and our beyond human-kin? Tout moun gen plas yo anba syèl ble a. Everyone has their place under the blue sky. Rooted in the force of Bwa Kayiman, the Haitian revolution embraced the leadership of women and trans people. Cécile Fatiman performed the inaugural Vodou ceremony of the Haitian revolution, one among many mambos (female priestess) who used their spiritual leadership to radicalize the enslaved and facilitate the liberation movement. Romaine-la-Prophétesse, a trans woman and prophetess, led an uprising of thousands of captives and came to govern two main cities in southern Haiti, Léogâne and Jacmel. Dédée Bazile was a maternal mystic of the revolution, ensuring the dignified burial of soldiers, and representing the “madness” of love for the land Ayiti. Women participated at all levels of the rebel army, consistent with West African traditions training women for combat. Notably, Marie-Jeanne Lamartinière led the famous Battle of Crête-à-Pierrot. Women and trans rebels also served as nurses, spies, and intelligence agents. In what ways do we make space for the leadership of trans people in our movements? Women? Disabled folks? Queer comrades? Do we recognize that everyone has a place in the long march to freedom and find aligned and important roles for them? Si gen pou youn gen pou de. If there is enough for one, there is enough for two. Haitians did not stop at freeing themselves. They offered citizenship to any enslaved or oppressed person that arrived at Haiti’s shores as mandated by Dessaline’s constitution. Haiti’s early presidents, Dessalines, Christophe, Petion, and Boyer all had programs encouraging Black captives from the USA, Martinique, and Guadelupe to resettle, guaranteeing their freedom. Notably, President Alexandre Petion protected escaped Jamaicans from re-enslavement after they fled their plantation and landed in the southern city of Jérémie. On multiple occasions, Haiti’s leaders offered asylum to revolutionaries globally. One of the more notable examples of this included Haiti’s involvement with Gran Colombia, where Dessalines and Petion both offered aid, ammunition, and asylum to Francisco de Miranda and Simón Bolívar, who later credited Haiti for the liberation of his country. Mexican nationalists, Francisco Javier Mina and José Joaquín de Herrera took asylum in Les Cayes and were welcomed by Petion during Mexico’s War of Independence. The Greeks later received support from President Boyer during their fight against the Ottomans. What would it look like to actualize the adage that “no one is free until all of us are free”? How can we build global and intersectional solidarity into our liberation strategies from the inception? Nan pwen anyen nan lavi a ki pa gen règleman. Se règleman ki bay lavi a ekilib. There is nothing in life without a law. Law gives life balance. Haiti’s first constitution abolished slavery for all time across its lands. It also established public schools and honored agriculture as “the first, most noble, and most useful of all the arts.” The constitution eliminated distinctions based on the color gradient, declaring all Haitians to be Black, including Indigenous people, mixed race people, and naturalized Germans and Polanders. It forbade the former enslavers from owning property or gaining citizenship. Saint-Domingue was renamed Haiti/Ayiti after the Indigenous Taino name for the island. Translating community values into policy and self-governance demands a level of clarity and rigor that can be tedious and intimidating. Are there ways that our movements lean into ambiguity as avoidance? In what areas of our work could codified rules and norms bring greater balance and alignment? What policies are we willing to take a stand for at the societal level? Tout moun se moun. Pa gen moun pase moun. All people are human. No person is better than another. In 1802, Napoleon dispatched around 5,200 Polish soldiers to fight alongside the French in Haiti. There were 500 or so Poles who so admired their opponents that they switched sides and joined the Haitians. The Poles saw kinship in the Haitians, believing they were fighting for the same ideals of freedom and independence. Haiti’s first head of state Jean-Jacques Dessalines called Polish people “the White Negroes of Europe”, which was then regarded a great honor, as it meant brotherhood between Poles and Haitians. After Haiti gained its independence, the Poles acquired Haitian citizenship for their loyalty and support in overthrowing the French colonialists, and were called “black” by the Haitian constitution. Are we open to allies and supporters joining us from overlooked corners of our community? Can we honor the commonalities we have in our values with others, even when geography and circumstance are distinct? How do we honor and share gratitude with those who help us get free? Pa fè san inosan koule; do not shed the blood of innocents. This is possibly the most difficult Baw Kayiman proverb to address, because the Haitian revolution was notoriously brutal and the blood of civilians – including children – was shed throughout. Our role is neither to condemn nor glorify their tactics, but to recognize this values-based aspiration of restraint, and ask, “What were the causes and conditions that made this bloodshed nearly inevitable?” I dream of a world where bloodless civil resistance offers the only suite of tactics necessary for liberation and justice. We are on our way. Studies comparing nonviolent and violent resistance campaigns from 1900 to 2006 show that nonviolent campaigns succeeded about 53% of the time, while violent campaigns succeeded only 26% of the time, and further that nonviolent campaigns led to more stable democracies. The interconnectedness and visibility of global struggles, coupled with emergence of global definitions and shared values around basic human rights, are key ingredients in making civil resistance a viable liberatory tool. We can simultaneously glean inspiration from the noble aspects of the Haitian revolution, acknowledge its limitations, and aspire to the foundational principle of protecting the innocent. How does abolitionary praxis challenge us to imagine a world where all beings are “innocent?” What examples can we point to of fierce accountability that does not rely on violence? Malè yon eritye ki bliye esklav fè Bwa Kayiman pou moun k ap sèvi Bondye pa lote moun nan mitan bèt. Shame on the heir who forgets that slaves made Bwa Kayiman so that people who are serving God may never again be put in packs among animals. Due to the abysmal mortality rate for those toiling in the plantations of Saint-Domingue, two-thirds of the enslaved were not born into slavery but rather imported from Africa. This meant they could still taste their recent freedom and speak the tongues of their motherlands. They knew they were not meant to be slaves and were ready to engage in unprecedented mass non-cooperation to free themselves. These courageous ancestors ask that we never forget their feat, and that we honor them by preventing anyone from ever being enslaved again. Today, approximately 50 million people are enslaved worldwide, including incarcerated laborers in the USA. How are we taking a stand to end slavery? We are beseeched to never forget. How are we teaching the legacy of Bwa Kayiman to our children so its lessons do not perish? This Black August we ask that you retell and remember Bwa Kayiman. Imagine its stormy summer raindrops kissing your face and the intonations of Mambo Fatima stirring you as you swear your own oath of liberation. These ancestors are not gone – they are with us when we protect our neighbors from ICE, when we flood the streets for Palestinian freedom, when we tend the soil to feed communities under food apartheid, when we stand up for Black lives in the face of mass incarceration and police violence, and when we practice our beautiful African ancestral rituals. May the ASE these ancestors passed down to us fortify us with wisdom, courage, and victory. read more of the Murmurations column here. ]]> love song at the lion’s gate /2025/08/08/love-song-at-the-lions-gate/ Fri, 08 Aug 2025 14:24:29 +0000 /?p=7668 Read More... from love song at the lion’s gate]]> in case we lose touch in case the next flood swallows my city or yours in case the next bomb hits my tent in case the next wildfire breaches the barrier held by imprisoned volunteer firefighters in case the next virus comes while the anti-scientists are at the helm in case the satellites become casualties of a war greedy men chose to incite in case i’ve already said too much or you have and they come to erase us into history in case we lose touch (which we would never do we chose to love each other in a world where we would always be able to hear each other’s voices always fly to each other’s doorstep always meet in the middle always follow each other’s news gush on each other’s self-portraits always be somehow together at any distance but…in case we lose touch) in case i don’t know if you are alive in case you don’t know my fate i want you to know you have been a neighbor to my life a sibling to my becoming a relative i have held onto a lover who seduced my fascination and i am so grateful i got to be an earthling with you whatever comes next however terrifying it was (and it was, is, so much of the time) however brief the moments of safety however steep the regrets however disappointing it was (is) to watch people reject the miracle of life all around me, around us you you you in case we lose touch i want you to know i love you our togetherness our laughter, our shared dissociation our dancing to silent music in the kitchen our eternal conversation our one holy night our perfect freeform weekends our transcendent rituals our couch confessions our whispered plans to survive our declarations of who we intend to be our hours heavy with joy even our busy parallel hours our eyes meeting at our last goodbye knowing it was always possible more every time we parted it was possible that this was it that without the drama of a death scene we could each fall into our own crisis our own portal from despair to lives worth living which may be humble, local, walking distance, hands in some dirt, following the fresh water, with who is there post oil, post flight, post colony post democracy, post superpower post limited imaginations post capital, post border post fighting to simply be and when, and if we find each other again beyond these bodies beyond this short burst of consciousness i pray i will remember the preciousness of your skin folding into your smile your hands finding mine your surprised laughter your index fingers pointing to the light when you had a story to tell your self-regard, your wonder your tenderness do you understand to me you were worth this whole life i need you to know in case we lose touch in case we are ever pulled apart by circumstances beyond our desire in case this is earth and god is change and our forever time to meander through each other’s days is somehow spilled by human hands one truth is continuous knowing you knowing you was my miracle ]]> Compelling Speculations on Human Survival /2025/07/19/compelling-speculations-on-human-survival/ Sat, 19 Jul 2025 04:41:24 +0000 /?p=7642 Read More... from Compelling Speculations on Human Survival]]> the walker art center invited me to curate a film series this summer, and i decided to focus on Compelling Speculations on Human Survival. (photo by zia brown) since i was a kid i’ve been obsessed with three things: – images of the future from the past, including but not limited to sci fi. as you’ll see in this series, these works are generally otherworldly; – people on the precipice of apocalypse who choose to keep trying in spite of the despair, grief and overwhelming odds; – the idea that we are the sacred thing we are reaching for, or that what we need is already around us, perhaps unseen or unacknowledged. we meet ourselves across time and space. (photo by Zia Brown) lately i’m also particularly interested in how radical, collective, spiritual and magical ways of creating change slip beyond our revolutionary fractals and into the mainstream. we don’t just need niche pockets of people engaging these ideas in shrinking containers of genre or tendency, we need blockbuster films and other viral, irresistible art that shows us imagining ourselves in the future, persisting, adapting, innovating and surviving. i was especially geeked tonight because it was my first time seeing The NeverEnding Story on a big screen – it made me cry and laugh and feel hope and recommit to outdreaming the nothing. the whole series: Black Panther (last weekend) The NeverEnding Story (this weekend) Interstellar (next weekend) Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (Aug 1-2) Contact (Aug 8-9) thank you to pablo, mackenzie and patricia (and deb!) at The Walker for organizing all of this, and hosting us so well, and thank you justin for the series trailer! and thank you Zania for interviewing me and writing about this series. ]]> i trust the trees /2025/05/18/i-trust-the-trees/ Sun, 18 May 2025 19:55:03 +0000 /?p=7620 Read More... from i trust the trees]]> today’s spell song offer to the multifaith prayer circle for palestine. we were joined by ahmed – you can support his family here. parts in italics are sung as simply as possible. free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine i keep studying how the trees send their messages underground send nourishment, send warning. how the trees pull up rivers from the ground and swallow sunlight into their rough skin straight from the air the trees must show the babies in palestine how to do this i slip out to the red maple in my yard when i think no one will see me – in case it works and becomes insurgent i whisper into the leaves: take this safe bask in sunlight to palestine and a great lake of fresh water to palestine take the true rest of peace time to palestine take the nutrients from my soil to palestine take the wheat, take every seed that can grow to palestine bone and gristle, let fat drip to each chin in palestine green leaves stewed with sumac and oil in palestine let this za’atar dusted bread fill each mouth in palestine even here where i have not been bombed one time while my country was bombing yours even here where they fight to call genocide war even here on this corrupt and colonized dirt even here you are loved the trees here whisper on behalf of the ghosts who want to feed you as i want to feed you i imagine the mycelial thread praying its blind way through the dirt coming to the edge of the ocean burrowing down further into a place unimaginably hot and full of life and somehow my heart vibrating drum roots across tectonic plates coming up into that sea i only know from your pictures coming up through and beyond all barricades hands full of freedom and food take this fully formed fruit and vision to palestine send great plants that can gift good life to palestine let the flowers bloom into shelters in palestine let the world see humanity there in palestine i whisper until i am weeping and i ask the trees to carry everything to you in palestine i weep with shame that i and we have not found a way to stop this massacre we do not yet know ourselves how to survive these bullies to stop this death cult i do not yet know how, i don’t know how but i remember, we are the majority and our ancestors root around us, in copses of comfort and revolution maple and olive, birch and pine i remember: we who want to live have to live together we who want to live have to live together i whisper down into the trees to show us a way to hold onto each other through the fire through the logging through the drought through the rapists in highest office who make everything a violation through the hate and cruelty and then through this awakening, this too slow awakening, to the truth through the aftermath of the awakening when everyone will say they always knew better through to the future, the inevitable future where palestine is free… i trust the trees more than any nation. i trust our ancestors more than any leader some of these trees are older than us, they have always known us they hold our ancestors like water, like sun when i sing of palestine to the tree in the yard, she touches my face, she takes away my tears, to make for you a medicine of life free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine ]]> ask questions /2025/02/22/ask-questions/ Sat, 22 Feb 2025 14:45:16 +0000 /?p=7605 Read More... from ask questions]]> oh beloveds ask questions ask questions we need a shared (context) a something together together is the point this vision is not about precision or prophecy this is the truth: we are each answers each somebody’s heaven each precious we shouldn’t be so tired we already belong to the earth the lush garden, the fresh and salt water the cave and complexity don’t believe in trash people collateral damage buried history lost souls all that hatred is the long lie no one blooming life is a threat to you don’t teach your children to wither or delight in enemies we cannot be better than the worst of us or safer than the danger we allow we cannot leave poison in the soil we must pull it, whole where its rooted we are a pattern life and death intertwined learning to hold the love of god we are a web vibrating strands of home learning to catch our breath so listen listen and ask questions ]]> a blessing /2025/02/12/a-blessing/ Wed, 12 Feb 2025 03:49:08 +0000 /?p=7599 Read More... from a blessing]]> it is not enough to whisper our discontent to write to each other with gaping mouths we are not observers we are no audience at stake is our freedom it races the miles of our sacred bodies without it we cannot claim to be holy, to be human our no makes the only way for our necessary yes what do we have to have right now in this breath a blessing on your slowed work a blessing on your boundaries a blessing on your no a blessing on your filibusters a blessing on your judgements a blessing on your lawsuits a blessing on your marches a blessing on your platformed risks a blessing on your passing the wisdom a blessing on your public stands a blessing on your private ones a blessing on your thefts from fascist corporations a blessing on your radical art a blessing on your rebel call a blessing on your altar work a blessing on your ancestors and the songs they pour through you a blessing on your dignity a blessing on your duty a blessing on your children our children, all of them ours a blessing on your subversive care a blessing on your masks and meds a blessing on your passing for safety a blessing on your safe houses a blessing on every sanction — defy us! a blessing on your constitution a blessing on your state’s rights a blessing on your strikes a blessing on your tax resistance a blessing on your sit-ins and blockades a blessing on your shutdowns a blessing on your security systems a blessing on your stealth communications a blessing on your sabotage a blessing on your walkouts a blessing on heart-based secession a blessing on your family tables a blessing in your therapist’s soul a blessing on your community deepening a blessing on your pods and mycelium a blessing on your seed banks a blessing on the land you love a blessing on the truths you teach a blessing on the books you save a blessing on the truths you tell a blessing on our dream of democracy only realized through our everyday bodies a blessing on the people who were only given the earth ]]>

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adrienne maree brown awe. liberation. pleasure. Wed, 08 Apr 2026 03:31:20 +0000 en-US hourly 1 /wp-content/uploads/2022/12/cropped-amb-favicon-32x32.png adrienne maree brown 32 32 choosing earth /2026/04/08/choosing-earth/ Wed, 08 Apr 2026 03:28:15 +0000 /?p=7746 Read More... from choosing earth]]> if anything horrific horrific happens i’m here i used to say if you need me call me and i meant if the darkness makes you feel lost i’ll be your gallows humor i’ll find you by your laughter i used to say if something bad happens let me know and i meant i will close any distance to catch you before you fall i only need a white flag then if anything unprecedented happens text me i love you but my ringer’s off so many phone calls have ruined my life and i am trying to build one of the arks to carry us through this one horrific isn’t enough we have witnessed humanity dragged by the hair to hell we have seen the charred earth as each day brings unholy tantrums from men who hate the word no today the president of the united states threatened the annihilation of a people the dictator of reality tv is jealous of the moon in an age of celestial mechanics he fetishizes a nuclear option today we know the names of every coward who claims power but cannot seem to shift a tide to save a life i’d rather worship a rock in the vastness i’d rather cry with astronauts so if anything horrific horrific happens i’m here screaming NO with you grieving home with you raging ourselves free with all the people of earth at odds with our governments and if i can’t hold you close or again i will name the brightness for you i will be steadfast – an earthling choosing earth choosing earth ]]> all this loss is making me wilder /2026/03/08/all-this-loss-is-making-me-wilder/ Sun, 08 Mar 2026 14:12:10 +0000 /?p=7739 Read More... from all this loss is making me wilder]]> for international women’s day if no means nothing if your word means nothing if laws mean nothing if prayers mean nothing if children mean nothing if life means nothing if tomorrow means nothing then how can we bargain you never look back we carry you you never look down we lift your head above water you never apologize with both actions and words and we cannot forgive an unsheathed sword you are a burden on this soil on our soul you must be stopped we must be whole it’s time for a general strike a generational strike it’s time for the women who carry the world in our hearts to say no more no more until there is no war no war everyone else come with us come flank this feral act all of us must mother the world must craft with our boundaries fact our new labor is a faith filled no no more civility with monstrous lore no more non essential work no more sex with hateful sheep no more money to those who reap no obedience to the pedophile class no more artificial intelligence no more budget for endless war no more collateral damage of the brown and the poor we are at the precipice we must take to the streets and the chambers of power we will meet your force with a holy no we say yes to the work of this late hour chaos is your weapon care is ours you’ve fooled so many but enough of us know we pass through the portal holding onto each other and you will not survive if we let you go if you won’t stop then we must as you read this we sing at the pyre we are birthing the next world and you are merely a ring of fire ]]> a comrade spell for trees /2026/02/22/a-comrade-spell-for-trees/ Sun, 22 Feb 2026 20:45:21 +0000 /?p=7729 Read More... from a comrade spell for trees]]> (shared at february 2026 multifaith prayer circle for palestine) dedicated to all who would live in peace but were born into a time of war, who turn and face the moment with open hearts, a comrade spell for trees find one other love warrior to root towards comrade we must be trees now we must weave together at the root now hold each other in ways only the dirt can see soft bark bend to kiss her face without breaking comrade we must be trees now whoever has been safe enough to grow tall must be mindful canopy drinking the sky river pouring the abundant sunlight down to each other waterfalls through our pitch black veins we must cover the smallest of us in green feed the sprouts and the saplings comrade our lives are in danger and our lives are precious the forest of the world feels the loss of each pine needle each leaf each battered bark we know every life kindled matters we know every forest swallowed matters there is no tree more sacred no tree less comrade if i could save you i would i know it isn’t up to me i can only meet the moment with my dignity i will live as long as i can to be with you in every possible way feel me with you comrade a year of fire is upon us and we are winter wood dry from a season of weeping some years we can only witness as they come at us with axes this year we burn we taste each other’s ashes but miraculously, meekly, we live on without abandoning each other or the land that holds us home we let ourselves be known in this lifetime – that may be our victory comrade they have turned us into tables, walls, ladders and chairs but we held up no lie we pulse at night haunting colonial dreams with our memories with our beauties with our truths comrade if i am needed by the fire i will burn bright enough to scream let this be for good let this be for sovereignty let this be for freedom let this be for love let this sacrifice be worthy of the day to come comrade we must be trees now if nothing else whisper your heart into an acorn and release it trust the earth to remind us how to live in this way comrade we have always survived in this way beloved we will always survive ]]> tangents /2026/02/14/tangents/ Sat, 14 Feb 2026 20:46:37 +0000 /?p=7731 Read More... from tangents]]> i would love it if the president never mentioned children again i would love for the weapons to crawl out of our hands and burrow down into the magma core of earth i would love a thread that could stitch a spirit wound i would love it if harm could be sucked up like venom, spat out if the poison of violation could be stamped return to sender i mean i would love it if the harm others did to us showed up as confessions on their faces which only faded as we healed i would love a decade without men in leadership roles before they are allowed to be considered to be invited to try sharing power i would love a world without patriarchy, pedophilia or prisons i would love an era of rituals to recover, rituals of release and remembering i would love to feel tethered to the earth in the forever/free way she wants me i would love a chance to get everyone fed i would love each of you to feel how loved you are by your ancestors i would love time to set things so right that we say peace or justice and mean the same thing i would love a hundred years without borders to feel us turn to the earth as one body or at least majority rule of people who think in generations not skewed by made up nations i would love to redistribute the wealth of the world as a song of reparation i would love an economic system that ensured universal enoughness harnessing abundance for the collective i would love it if we lost all sense of binary i would love benevolent help and oh i would love to feel fearless in my home debt free, as a person and a people i would love total control over every inch of my self, skin and power and thought i would love to make of myself my grandest creation, free of shame, comparison or fear overflowing with my deepest rooted stardust for the whole brief flash of this human life because that’s the whole point i would love it if we could just enjoy ourselves i would love to remember how to play and you give me such moments and that’s why i love you ]]> Murmurations: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today /2025/08/19/murmurations-the-haitian-revolution-continues-lessons-for-today/ Tue, 19 Aug 2025 17:25:48 +0000 /?p=7671 Read More... from Murmurations: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today]]> hello beloveds! the Murmurations column continues even though YES! Magazine had to sunset. Movement Generation is still curating for this year, and we will both house the column and share all over social to help people access these exciting pieces. today’s offering is from beloved Leah Penniman: The Haitian Revolution Continues – Lessons for Today A Black August Murmurations Reflection by Leah Penniman of Soul Fire Farm Leah Penniman is a Haitian-heritage farmer,, and founding Co-ED of Farm Operations at Soul Fire Farm in Grafton, New York, an Afro-Indigenous farm that works toward food and land justice. She serves as a member of clergy in the African tradition religions of Vodun and Ifa. Her books, Farming While Black and Black Earth Wisdom, are love songs for the land and her people. More at www.soulfirefarm.org. Black rumbling clouds provided cover for the insurgents as they converged in the forested grove at Bwa Kayiman on August 14, 1791. Heavy rain drops and lightning were welcomed as good omens by the two-hundred enslaved people who entrusted their officiants, Hougan Dutty Boukman and Mambo Cecile Fatiman, to call the African and Taino spirits to their aid. The time for revolution was imminent. The Africans in Saint-Domingue had suffered at the hands of the most brutal enslavers in the hemisphere, forced to toil in scorching disease-ridden cane fields, and when they did not meet quotas – buried alive, crushed in mortars, crucified on planks, castrated, forced to eat excrement, boiled in cane syrup, and sent down the mountainside in barrels studded with spikes. As the rain washed the sweat in rivulets down their bodies, Boukman intoned, “God who has made the sun that shines upon us, that rises from the sea, that makes the storm to roar, and governs the thunders . . . you have seen what the whites have done . . . give strength to our arms and courage to our hearts. Sustain us . . . Harken until Liberty!” Fatima sacrificed a black pig to the deity Ezili Danto, spiritual mother of Haiti and protector of the rebels. Together, the congregation swore a blood oath to free the land and free themselves, at any cost. Within the next ten days, the maroon army of Dahomey took hold of the Northern Province. By 1792, the rebels controlled nearly a third of Saint-Domingue (Haiti). By 1804, after 12 years of uprising, they declared complete victory as the only rebellion of the enslaved to result in the founding of a nation both free from slavery and free from rule by their former captors. The Haitian revolution inspired insurgencies across the colonized world for which Western nations have punished Haiti to this day. This Black August we commemorate Bwa Kayiman and reflect on the lessons that this catalytic Vodou ceremony has for changemakers today. Professor Pierre Michel Chery proposed the “Prensip Bwa Kayiman,” a set of proverbs, written in Haitian Kreyól, elucidating the values of Bwa Kayiman, which will be explored in this essay. Sa nou pa konnen pi gran pase nou. What we do not know is greater than us. For a small band of hungry, sparsely-resourced rebels to take on the military might of France, Spain, and England in a bid for their freedom required a deep faith in the Divine mystère. They called on God, Ezili Danto, all of the sacred loa, their ancestors, and the power of the forest that hid them to “direct our hands and give us help.” What if we, in this moment of acute repression, acknowledged that we can’t win freedom on our own – that we need the strength of our ancestors and the Divine to make a way out of no way? Dèyè mòn gen mòn; There are more mountains behind mountains. The steep, forested slopes provided refuge for maroon communities who escaped the plantation, forming autonomous societies and rebel armies. Vodou priest François Mackandal, born in Guinea and enslaved in Limbé, unified the maroon bands and established a network of secret organizations among the plantation enslaved, uniting over 6000 rebels and leading to the rebellion of 1751-1758. The Mackandal insurgency was a precursor and training ground for the revolution. In what ways are we investing in land-based autonomous zones, beyond the gaze and control of Empire, where we can train, organize, strategize, and heal? How are we engaging the cradled protection of mountains and forests to incubate our movements? Chak moun gen fason pa li pou li lapriyè. Respekte fason chak moun lapriyè… Everyone has their own way to pray. Respect how everyone prays. In Haitian Vodou, there is always enough room on the shrine for your deity and enough room in the ceremony for your praise songs. The freedom-fighters were Kongo, Yoruba, Fon, Angola, Dahomey, Nago, Igbo, Bizango, and Taino and they combined the strength of all of their deities to unite in one syncretized religion. Vodou implicitly rejected the Africans’ status as “slaves” and asserted the basic humanity and dignity of each person. In what ways are we celebrating the beliefs, cultures, and faiths of those in our community, even when we differ? How are we building a wide tent that embraces diversity in our coalitions? Do we see every one of us as fully human and worthy of dignity? Tank n ap aprann, se tank n ap konnen kòman pou nou respekte ekilib lavi a. The more we learn, the more we will understand how to respect life’s balance. The Haitian revolutionaries understood that their dehumanization and enslavement was contrary to the natural order of the universe and an upset to the metaphysical balance of life. They expected the deities, manifested in nature, to come to their aid. And they did, in the form of mosquitos carrying yellow fever. Over 12,000 British troops that invaded Haiti in 1794 succumbed to the dreaded “black vomit” according to Sir John Fortescue, with more dying from disease than combat. British soldiers began to riot when they found out they were being sent to the West Indies, well knowing it was effectively a death sentence. The French attempt to retake the island in 1802 ended in defeat after General Charles Leclerc and 50,000 of his troops perished to “Yellow Jack.” By 1804, one account estimates that the disease had killed 80 to 85% of French forces. To face the most powerful army in the world at the time, Toussaint L’Ouverture established bases in the mountains with fewer mosquitos and used herbal medicines to protect fighters from the disease. Some believed that their fallen heroes, like Mackandal, reincarnated as mosquitos to aid their resistance. Of course, the resistance lost many lives to yellow fever as well, only partially mitigated by their deft use of the highlands. Nature out of balance brings trouble to all beings. Whether we see the world through an empirical scientific lens or a spiritual lens (or both) can we admit that the wildfires, floods, hurricanes, droughts, pest outbreaks, and heat waves are messengers of a world out of balance? Can we imagine that restoring balance in our human communities will have ripple effects in the natural world? Can we see the echoes and parallels in the way we treat our human kin and our beyond human-kin? Tout moun gen plas yo anba syèl ble a. Everyone has their place under the blue sky. Rooted in the force of Bwa Kayiman, the Haitian revolution embraced the leadership of women and trans people. Cécile Fatiman performed the inaugural Vodou ceremony of the Haitian revolution, one among many mambos (female priestess) who used their spiritual leadership to radicalize the enslaved and facilitate the liberation movement. Romaine-la-Prophétesse, a trans woman and prophetess, led an uprising of thousands of captives and came to govern two main cities in southern Haiti, Léogâne and Jacmel. Dédée Bazile was a maternal mystic of the revolution, ensuring the dignified burial of soldiers, and representing the “madness” of love for the land Ayiti. Women participated at all levels of the rebel army, consistent with West African traditions training women for combat. Notably, Marie-Jeanne Lamartinière led the famous Battle of Crête-à-Pierrot. Women and trans rebels also served as nurses, spies, and intelligence agents. In what ways do we make space for the leadership of trans people in our movements? Women? Disabled folks? Queer comrades? Do we recognize that everyone has a place in the long march to freedom and find aligned and important roles for them? Si gen pou youn gen pou de. If there is enough for one, there is enough for two. Haitians did not stop at freeing themselves. They offered citizenship to any enslaved or oppressed person that arrived at Haiti’s shores as mandated by Dessaline’s constitution. Haiti’s early presidents, Dessalines, Christophe, Petion, and Boyer all had programs encouraging Black captives from the USA, Martinique, and Guadelupe to resettle, guaranteeing their freedom. Notably, President Alexandre Petion protected escaped Jamaicans from re-enslavement after they fled their plantation and landed in the southern city of Jérémie. On multiple occasions, Haiti’s leaders offered asylum to revolutionaries globally. One of the more notable examples of this included Haiti’s involvement with Gran Colombia, where Dessalines and Petion both offered aid, ammunition, and asylum to Francisco de Miranda and Simón Bolívar, who later credited Haiti for the liberation of his country. Mexican nationalists, Francisco Javier Mina and José Joaquín de Herrera took asylum in Les Cayes and were welcomed by Petion during Mexico’s War of Independence. The Greeks later received support from President Boyer during their fight against the Ottomans. What would it look like to actualize the adage that “no one is free until all of us are free”? How can we build global and intersectional solidarity into our liberation strategies from the inception? Nan pwen anyen nan lavi a ki pa gen règleman. Se règleman ki bay lavi a ekilib. There is nothing in life without a law. Law gives life balance. Haiti’s first constitution abolished slavery for all time across its lands. It also established public schools and honored agriculture as “the first, most noble, and most useful of all the arts.” The constitution eliminated distinctions based on the color gradient, declaring all Haitians to be Black, including Indigenous people, mixed race people, and naturalized Germans and Polanders. It forbade the former enslavers from owning property or gaining citizenship. Saint-Domingue was renamed Haiti/Ayiti after the Indigenous Taino name for the island. Translating community values into policy and self-governance demands a level of clarity and rigor that can be tedious and intimidating. Are there ways that our movements lean into ambiguity as avoidance? In what areas of our work could codified rules and norms bring greater balance and alignment? What policies are we willing to take a stand for at the societal level? Tout moun se moun. Pa gen moun pase moun. All people are human. No person is better than another. In 1802, Napoleon dispatched around 5,200 Polish soldiers to fight alongside the French in Haiti. There were 500 or so Poles who so admired their opponents that they switched sides and joined the Haitians. The Poles saw kinship in the Haitians, believing they were fighting for the same ideals of freedom and independence. Haiti’s first head of state Jean-Jacques Dessalines called Polish people “the White Negroes of Europe”, which was then regarded a great honor, as it meant brotherhood between Poles and Haitians. After Haiti gained its independence, the Poles acquired Haitian citizenship for their loyalty and support in overthrowing the French colonialists, and were called “black” by the Haitian constitution. Are we open to allies and supporters joining us from overlooked corners of our community? Can we honor the commonalities we have in our values with others, even when geography and circumstance are distinct? How do we honor and share gratitude with those who help us get free? Pa fè san inosan koule; do not shed the blood of innocents. This is possibly the most difficult Baw Kayiman proverb to address, because the Haitian revolution was notoriously brutal and the blood of civilians – including children – was shed throughout. Our role is neither to condemn nor glorify their tactics, but to recognize this values-based aspiration of restraint, and ask, “What were the causes and conditions that made this bloodshed nearly inevitable?” I dream of a world where bloodless civil resistance offers the only suite of tactics necessary for liberation and justice. We are on our way. Studies comparing nonviolent and violent resistance campaigns from 1900 to 2006 show that nonviolent campaigns succeeded about 53% of the time, while violent campaigns succeeded only 26% of the time, and further that nonviolent campaigns led to more stable democracies. The interconnectedness and visibility of global struggles, coupled with emergence of global definitions and shared values around basic human rights, are key ingredients in making civil resistance a viable liberatory tool. We can simultaneously glean inspiration from the noble aspects of the Haitian revolution, acknowledge its limitations, and aspire to the foundational principle of protecting the innocent. How does abolitionary praxis challenge us to imagine a world where all beings are “innocent?” What examples can we point to of fierce accountability that does not rely on violence? Malè yon eritye ki bliye esklav fè Bwa Kayiman pou moun k ap sèvi Bondye pa lote moun nan mitan bèt. Shame on the heir who forgets that slaves made Bwa Kayiman so that people who are serving God may never again be put in packs among animals. Due to the abysmal mortality rate for those toiling in the plantations of Saint-Domingue, two-thirds of the enslaved were not born into slavery but rather imported from Africa. This meant they could still taste their recent freedom and speak the tongues of their motherlands. They knew they were not meant to be slaves and were ready to engage in unprecedented mass non-cooperation to free themselves. These courageous ancestors ask that we never forget their feat, and that we honor them by preventing anyone from ever being enslaved again. Today, approximately 50 million people are enslaved worldwide, including incarcerated laborers in the USA. How are we taking a stand to end slavery? We are beseeched to never forget. How are we teaching the legacy of Bwa Kayiman to our children so its lessons do not perish? This Black August we ask that you retell and remember Bwa Kayiman. Imagine its stormy summer raindrops kissing your face and the intonations of Mambo Fatima stirring you as you swear your own oath of liberation. These ancestors are not gone – they are with us when we protect our neighbors from ICE, when we flood the streets for Palestinian freedom, when we tend the soil to feed communities under food apartheid, when we stand up for Black lives in the face of mass incarceration and police violence, and when we practice our beautiful African ancestral rituals. May the ASE these ancestors passed down to us fortify us with wisdom, courage, and victory. read more of the Murmurations column here. ]]> love song at the lion’s gate /2025/08/08/love-song-at-the-lions-gate/ Fri, 08 Aug 2025 14:24:29 +0000 /?p=7668 Read More... from love song at the lion’s gate]]> in case we lose touch in case the next flood swallows my city or yours in case the next bomb hits my tent in case the next wildfire breaches the barrier held by imprisoned volunteer firefighters in case the next virus comes while the anti-scientists are at the helm in case the satellites become casualties of a war greedy men chose to incite in case i’ve already said too much or you have and they come to erase us into history in case we lose touch (which we would never do we chose to love each other in a world where we would always be able to hear each other’s voices always fly to each other’s doorstep always meet in the middle always follow each other’s news gush on each other’s self-portraits always be somehow together at any distance but…in case we lose touch) in case i don’t know if you are alive in case you don’t know my fate i want you to know you have been a neighbor to my life a sibling to my becoming a relative i have held onto a lover who seduced my fascination and i am so grateful i got to be an earthling with you whatever comes next however terrifying it was (and it was, is, so much of the time) however brief the moments of safety however steep the regrets however disappointing it was (is) to watch people reject the miracle of life all around me, around us you you you in case we lose touch i want you to know i love you our togetherness our laughter, our shared dissociation our dancing to silent music in the kitchen our eternal conversation our one holy night our perfect freeform weekends our transcendent rituals our couch confessions our whispered plans to survive our declarations of who we intend to be our hours heavy with joy even our busy parallel hours our eyes meeting at our last goodbye knowing it was always possible more every time we parted it was possible that this was it that without the drama of a death scene we could each fall into our own crisis our own portal from despair to lives worth living which may be humble, local, walking distance, hands in some dirt, following the fresh water, with who is there post oil, post flight, post colony post democracy, post superpower post limited imaginations post capital, post border post fighting to simply be and when, and if we find each other again beyond these bodies beyond this short burst of consciousness i pray i will remember the preciousness of your skin folding into your smile your hands finding mine your surprised laughter your index fingers pointing to the light when you had a story to tell your self-regard, your wonder your tenderness do you understand to me you were worth this whole life i need you to know in case we lose touch in case we are ever pulled apart by circumstances beyond our desire in case this is earth and god is change and our forever time to meander through each other’s days is somehow spilled by human hands one truth is continuous knowing you knowing you was my miracle ]]> Compelling Speculations on Human Survival /2025/07/19/compelling-speculations-on-human-survival/ Sat, 19 Jul 2025 04:41:24 +0000 /?p=7642 Read More... from Compelling Speculations on Human Survival]]> the walker art center invited me to curate a film series this summer, and i decided to focus on Compelling Speculations on Human Survival. (photo by zia brown) since i was a kid i’ve been obsessed with three things: – images of the future from the past, including but not limited to sci fi. as you’ll see in this series, these works are generally otherworldly; – people on the precipice of apocalypse who choose to keep trying in spite of the despair, grief and overwhelming odds; – the idea that we are the sacred thing we are reaching for, or that what we need is already around us, perhaps unseen or unacknowledged. we meet ourselves across time and space. (photo by Zia Brown) lately i’m also particularly interested in how radical, collective, spiritual and magical ways of creating change slip beyond our revolutionary fractals and into the mainstream. we don’t just need niche pockets of people engaging these ideas in shrinking containers of genre or tendency, we need blockbuster films and other viral, irresistible art that shows us imagining ourselves in the future, persisting, adapting, innovating and surviving. i was especially geeked tonight because it was my first time seeing The NeverEnding Story on a big screen – it made me cry and laugh and feel hope and recommit to outdreaming the nothing. the whole series: Black Panther (last weekend) The NeverEnding Story (this weekend) Interstellar (next weekend) Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (Aug 1-2) Contact (Aug 8-9) thank you to pablo, mackenzie and patricia (and deb!) at The Walker for organizing all of this, and hosting us so well, and thank you justin for the series trailer! and thank you Zania for interviewing me and writing about this series. ]]> i trust the trees /2025/05/18/i-trust-the-trees/ Sun, 18 May 2025 19:55:03 +0000 /?p=7620 Read More... from i trust the trees]]> today’s spell song offer to the multifaith prayer circle for palestine. we were joined by ahmed – you can support his family here. parts in italics are sung as simply as possible. free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine i keep studying how the trees send their messages underground send nourishment, send warning. how the trees pull up rivers from the ground and swallow sunlight into their rough skin straight from the air the trees must show the babies in palestine how to do this i slip out to the red maple in my yard when i think no one will see me – in case it works and becomes insurgent i whisper into the leaves: take this safe bask in sunlight to palestine and a great lake of fresh water to palestine take the true rest of peace time to palestine take the nutrients from my soil to palestine take the wheat, take every seed that can grow to palestine bone and gristle, let fat drip to each chin in palestine green leaves stewed with sumac and oil in palestine let this za’atar dusted bread fill each mouth in palestine even here where i have not been bombed one time while my country was bombing yours even here where they fight to call genocide war even here on this corrupt and colonized dirt even here you are loved the trees here whisper on behalf of the ghosts who want to feed you as i want to feed you i imagine the mycelial thread praying its blind way through the dirt coming to the edge of the ocean burrowing down further into a place unimaginably hot and full of life and somehow my heart vibrating drum roots across tectonic plates coming up into that sea i only know from your pictures coming up through and beyond all barricades hands full of freedom and food take this fully formed fruit and vision to palestine send great plants that can gift good life to palestine let the flowers bloom into shelters in palestine let the world see humanity there in palestine i whisper until i am weeping and i ask the trees to carry everything to you in palestine i weep with shame that i and we have not found a way to stop this massacre we do not yet know ourselves how to survive these bullies to stop this death cult i do not yet know how, i don’t know how but i remember, we are the majority and our ancestors root around us, in copses of comfort and revolution maple and olive, birch and pine i remember: we who want to live have to live together we who want to live have to live together i whisper down into the trees to show us a way to hold onto each other through the fire through the logging through the drought through the rapists in highest office who make everything a violation through the hate and cruelty and then through this awakening, this too slow awakening, to the truth through the aftermath of the awakening when everyone will say they always knew better through to the future, the inevitable future where palestine is free… i trust the trees more than any nation. i trust our ancestors more than any leader some of these trees are older than us, they have always known us they hold our ancestors like water, like sun when i sing of palestine to the tree in the yard, she touches my face, she takes away my tears, to make for you a medicine of life free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine free free palestine ]]> ask questions /2025/02/22/ask-questions/ Sat, 22 Feb 2025 14:45:16 +0000 /?p=7605 Read More... from ask questions]]> oh beloveds ask questions ask questions we need a shared (context) a something together together is the point this vision is not about precision or prophecy this is the truth: we are each answers each somebody’s heaven each precious we shouldn’t be so tired we already belong to the earth the lush garden, the fresh and salt water the cave and complexity don’t believe in trash people collateral damage buried history lost souls all that hatred is the long lie no one blooming life is a threat to you don’t teach your children to wither or delight in enemies we cannot be better than the worst of us or safer than the danger we allow we cannot leave poison in the soil we must pull it, whole where its rooted we are a pattern life and death intertwined learning to hold the love of god we are a web vibrating strands of home learning to catch our breath so listen listen and ask questions ]]> a blessing /2025/02/12/a-blessing/ Wed, 12 Feb 2025 03:49:08 +0000 /?p=7599 Read More... from a blessing]]> it is not enough to whisper our discontent to write to each other with gaping mouths we are not observers we are no audience at stake is our freedom it races the miles of our sacred bodies without it we cannot claim to be holy, to be human our no makes the only way for our necessary yes what do we have to have right now in this breath a blessing on your slowed work a blessing on your boundaries a blessing on your no a blessing on your filibusters a blessing on your judgements a blessing on your lawsuits a blessing on your marches a blessing on your platformed risks a blessing on your passing the wisdom a blessing on your public stands a blessing on your private ones a blessing on your thefts from fascist corporations a blessing on your radical art a blessing on your rebel call a blessing on your altar work a blessing on your ancestors and the songs they pour through you a blessing on your dignity a blessing on your duty a blessing on your children our children, all of them ours a blessing on your subversive care a blessing on your masks and meds a blessing on your passing for safety a blessing on your safe houses a blessing on every sanction — defy us! a blessing on your constitution a blessing on your state’s rights a blessing on your strikes a blessing on your tax resistance a blessing on your sit-ins and blockades a blessing on your shutdowns a blessing on your security systems a blessing on your stealth communications a blessing on your sabotage a blessing on your walkouts a blessing on heart-based secession a blessing on your family tables a blessing in your therapist’s soul a blessing on your community deepening a blessing on your pods and mycelium a blessing on your seed banks a blessing on the land you love a blessing on the truths you teach a blessing on the books you save a blessing on the truths you tell a blessing on our dream of democracy only realized through our everyday bodies a blessing on the people who were only given the earth ]]>

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