The café I’m writing in is playing Johnny Cash’s masterful cover of Trent Reznor’s classic song, “Hurt.” It reminds me of an Oxford Goth...

We’re in it. This is our King Leopold time. This is our Adolf Hitler time. This is our General Custer time. This is our Henry Kissinger...

What is pride: When Black women are killed on the street? When trans women die in concentration camps? When indigenous women and girls...

We can commit to ourselves, too. As a matter of fact, we must. Too many of us are dying. And not the dying that feels like the natural...

You create your own reality. Change your mind and change your life. You attract what you put out. Half-truths, dangerous half-truths....

I don’t fully trust people who live a life with no regrets. How do they learn? I wonder. Have they never stumbled? Fallen? Have they...

for George H.W. Bush, written December, 2018 In Memoriam, Part I Even though I know The government is ––And always has been–– Filled with...

In the late 1980s, I did clinic defense, escorting frightened people ––some couples, some on their own–– past screaming, self-righteous...

“The sweet angel of revolution whispering in your ear. What does that sound like? I don’t know. I don’t believe in angels. But if I did,...

There are long arcs of evolution, the rise and fall of empires and species, the birthing and dying of stars. We cannot know the larger...

Let the evil be revealed. Let its name be shouted from high places. Let it be whispered in the lowest, darkest corner. Let the evil be...

*** “Under capitalism we are all for sale, and most labor is grossly underpaid.” –– Maggie Mayhem Nothing in this world is clean....

image by Candiix/Pixabay Tailtiu cleared the plains So crops would grow. She died, exhausted from her labor. But the land flourished, and...

#Love #resistance

There are two essays I’ve been meaning to write for awhile. The first is one on my history (and present?) as an SJ Asshole. The second is...

I’ve been dancing around this essay for months. It isn’t about any one person, group, or event. It’s about years of study. Years of...

What do you need to pay the rent? What do you need to feel healthy? What do you need to laugh again? What do you need to take care of...

One thing 2017 taught me was this: Don’t give up on love. 2017 was a hard year. A bewildering year. It was a year when chaos took the...

We stagger toward the longest night, some of us shivering, the blare of false cheer in our ears and debt lining our pockets. These are,...

It’s been a rough and traumatic few weeks, following a rough and traumatic year, following a rough and traumatic several decades, or...