Frustrated by the election results, the task is set: how to invite those with the LEAST POWER to hold accountable those elected. All the words: poor, underserved, disadvantaged, unhoused, etc, etc erase the reality of the lived experience, drawing lines, pretending that they are babies to be pulled out the river instead of one of us, doing the best we can with what we have, and then are thrown in the river by systems that never have to face consequences. We have been tokens played in a game without ever being invited to the table. We have BORNE the task of signalling virtue while our humanity is reduced. Still, the moment is less a call for an angry HORDE at the gates of power. No, it’s a time for cold anger, strategic, disciplined, organized. We will stand upstream and expose who and what is throwing so many babies into the river. Accountability. Persistence. A new locus of power and strength, together.

Georg’ann

Today’s words seem familiar
haven’t I already written a FABLE
in which a light continues
to SHINE
emanating it’s soft glow at nightfall
guiding me back WHERE woods meet OCHRE fields.
Refuge from the HORDE
YES, these are familiar words
turned into familiar themes
Internal light emanating
through my fingertips.

Heather