I need to take a break from writing about the news for health reasons.
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, writing, debating, photography, and reporting about the Eric Garner and Michael Brown cases. 495 more words
The concept of artists developing a more practical solution than the technology sector over a utilities social injustice seems far fetched. After all, the monetary reserves alone put tech way ahead of art when it comes to logistics. 226 more words
But not for long, finding singular words to ignite my ire. I’m tired of feeling like this today. I’ve been beat all day by the exhaustion and sniffles and coughing and I’m done, done, so I sing and recite poetry to myself, in prose lines, imagining myself on stage, reading to people– ‘Allegory erupts, grab me by collar/Allowed to a run, had to be fodder/horns over my car and over the underpass to Berkeley/Up early, into the shop, design a word buffet to fray…’ I’ll pick up this poem later, finish it, read it in 2015. 261 more words