POEM: Caitlin Johnstone
Going Rogue
It is true that this civilization is made of lies, was grown by lies, is powered by lies, is controlled by lies.
And it is true that this civilization is woven from violence, was birthed by violence, is sustained by violence, is preserved through violence.
POEM: Marjory Wentworth
Holy City
Let us gather and be silent together like stones glittering in the sunlight so bright it hurts our eyes emptied of tears and searching the sky for answers.
POEM: John Rowland
Daybreak
When I was five
I awoke at dawn to listen
to birds sing reveille
from the giant mulberry tree
dominating our back yard.
POEM: Walter Bargen
Manifest Breakfast
In a house buttressed by books and slanted morning light
slicing across the grain of the kitchen table, Lieutenant Colonel
George Armstrong Custer’s 1876 orders to pursue the Sioux
Cheyenne, Sans Arcs, Blackfeet, sits beside…
POEM: Wendy Lee Hermance
Bicycle Ride
In the mornings I’ve noticed
smells are sharper.
The trash is not yet set out.
Nothing is ripened by the sun.
The air is fresh, untarnished
by exhaust fumes