Extinction Rebellion

I may look more deeply at this organization…

Jessie Hennen

Last weekend, I attended my first meeting of the wholly wholesome protest sect Extinction Rebellion. If you’re a government agent reading this, I’d here like to state that they are not, in any way, a terrorist organization, despite the fearsome name. This is a post about what they are instead.

I think I suspected, while dressing (what to wear to a climate activist meeting, I fretted? Answer: literally anything) that it would be me and about six other people. Instead, they kept having to bring in more chairs.

I did not take photos, but if I had, a panorama of the room would have revealed:

  • Older women in vibrant attire.
  • Earnest couples in their early thirties, all definitely here for the first time, and probably, like me, wondering whether we can justify having kids.
  • Some timid young men, heads bent over phones.
  • Many people who used they/them pronouns. (“I respond…

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July Third, Two Thousand Eighteen

July Third, Two Thousand Eighteen

Spirited through time, riven
we make our meek adjustments,
deferring to the feeding frenzy
when communal touch and slow dinners
are what we really crave.
Clacking skeletons of capitalist spectacle
drown out our warm mammalian needs,
dance on our graves
blot out the sun.

Image by Michele Montserrat

Spiritual Memoir – June 9

Spiritual Memoir – June 9

What is written on my inner walls?

Arabic writing, its beauty indecipherable
so I call to a Guide who knows how to read it.
After a time, the letters become tongues of fire.

I tell the Guide what I see
and she tells me to look again –
On the wall, a portal now, opening onto a great sea
stormy, with crashing waves.
I taste salt that drenches face and hands.

Now words of water
form and pool on the walls. I begin
to understand even less,
but there is still the cool prickling of the water
on my skin.

I tell the Guide what I see and she laughs
and hands me a towel.
As I dry off, I see the walls are transparent now
and the whole World is laid out
a shimmering net of pearls at my feet.

Welcome Home
appears on the walls.



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Healing Circles for Writing

Healing Circles for Writing

The latest from the class I’m taking with Wendy Brown-Baez.

Where does serenity come from?
The still center not one single breath away from
where your knees are bent
along the edge of the chair.

Where does serenity come from?
Sinking into the sound of the June-soft air
as it brings the soft hand of car tires
on the cooling pavement.

Where does serenity come from?
Showing up in the middle of the storm
where clarity moves as
remembering to stay firm,
mindful of where the floor reaches up
to bear the weight of your feet.

Where does serenity come from?
Turning the corner
in a long, long, long struggle to stay with your purpose
no matter what.

Where does serenity come from?
A gritty, laughing dance
knowing this muddy radish you just ate
has given you the wisdom
of just precisely how to be thorough
in harvesting the garden.

June 8 Anniversary of Publication of 1984 by George Orwell

June 8 Anniversary of Publication of 1984 by George Orwell

“For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realise that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance.”

The Children’s Book – A. S. Byatt

The Children’s Book – A. S. Byatt

My review on Goodreads:

“This book was a game-changer for me – first long form, multi-character, sweeping historical novel I’ve read. Other series may have been longer, over all, but this was a stately, dark gem of a story. I fell in love with A.S. Byatt’s detailed prose. The audio book version is excellent – a great way to avoid the criticism of “wooden prose” that some have leveled. While it’s true, sometimes the details are gone into where not exactly needed, I loved how Byatt’s story invoked me into the action.”