Sarita Rae

the dryads huddle near the roots
casting powerless spells
uncertain of their future
hands too busy wringing
to apply pressure to the wound

an owl observes, perched
perilously on a limb rotting from the top down
anxious to help
but unwilling to attack the serpent
winding its way to the crown

spineless, soulless sycophants
lurk, clinging to the shadowy branch
hissing and clicking, licking lips
peering through gnarled fingers
at the body politic that lays wretched
bleeding on the forest floor

madman in the woods

there’s a madman in the woods
with an electric saw
the denizen’s screams
echo through the canopy

Damage is a given
Change is a bitch
And just so you know
Yes, I’m a witch

Look for the helpers
Be your own light
Be thoughtful, be fierce
Be ready to fight

It’s crazy, I know
Wonkas wild boat ride
Designed to disturb
Resist the urge to hide

Towers fall
Shit, I’ve knocked a few down
Empires fade
And so will this clown

I Could Just Spit

Truth to power
Power to truth
Is this a turkey neck
Or an elephant’s tooth?

It’s murky, it’s rank
How are we here?
Oh yeah, I remember,
He REALLY likes beer

Hold fast to what’s right
You know the way
Deception withers
In the glow of day

Sarita Rae Looking around on the ICE website and their freedom of information (FOIA) page, where they share documents with the public and saw this memorandum to staff officially changing terminology used to...

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This fiery evangelical pastor offers a blueprint for Democrats’ revival in Trump’s second term | CNN The Rev. William Barber, the prominent Black spiritual leader who supported Kamala Harris, suggests a way forward for left-leaning Americans who are struggling in the wake of the election.

The last 2 paragraphs bring me hope.

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Friday, March 13, 2020-Day 1 of COVID lockdown a large tree fell in my yard narrowly avoiding damage. It was surreal and ominous and inspired this poem. It turns out the “smoke in the summer hills” this poem foretold would be a family tragedy.
#Covid #poetry #lifebeforegrief #ifonlyiwerewrong

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Lean into the wind and let the storm shape you.
#resist #resilience

Acnestis: Self-imposed sequester at home while experiencing extreme acne outbreak.

I’m no stranger to grief. These past 2 weeks are reminiscent of what I experienced in the aftermath of losing my mom and sister to DV in 2020. Here is a snap of my personal grief journey. Will apply lessons learned to this new grief journey we’re all collectively on.
#resist #resilience #grief #grow