Month: February 2019

what provokes me?

what provokes me?

patterns of peace and war    
hands that give life and take it    
unheard laments and voices silenced    
lost songs and acts of violence    

provoke me    

heartache that never seems to end    
empty promises and broken trust    
profound loneliness as my companion    
crowded trains brimming with unkindness    

provoke me    

and telling my untold stories   
seeing the path before me    
knowing peace is in every step   
in every smile, every hug, and every tear we share.    

i exist because we exist,
without you, without us,
without our bad jokes and secret handshakes
there would be no you, no me

let’s celebrate our gifts and heal
ourselves and our communities

let’s share and follow the deepest longings in our hearts
(someone once told me You put them there to guide us)

let’s reclaim and restore our humanity, our human beauty
so all beings may be happy and free

~Oakland, June 2018, summer solstice

Shared on this day with much love for my dear RG


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joy in the struggle

joy in the struggle

my heart is not my own.    
our hearts are not our own.    
they are here to witness.    

because the pain of the struggle is less    
than the pain of the harm.    

because i’m more scared of not taking    
each next step than I am of taking them.    

because i know i can do it.    

because others will walk with me
and help me be in my heart,
my heart which is not my own.

to tell the truth, my tears, too,
cannot be only my own.
there are too many of them.
cry with me, my friends.
i’ve wept too much for our pain for the world,

and when i laugh, i know that too is
not my own, alone.

so laugh with me, friends!
there’s plenty of joy in the struggle
to go around.

~San Francisco, November 2018

dedicated to the memory of Berta Cáceres, and all those who have given their lives to fight for Pachamama and Indigenous Peoples, everywhere. may such deaths be no more.


If you are moved to share this poem, feel free to do so by sharing a link to this page. In the words of Aurora Levins Morales, “Poetry is labor. Please respect it.” Thanks, loves.