Poem for Renee Good  –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed,  You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026

From a Dream to a Garden of Hope — by Ruth Akinyi 21 February 2026

Fked by the patriarchy Again and Again – we take the chairs, we send the phones, we pay the theft and we say NO, fk that! 20 February 202620 February 2026

I Am Pretty Sure Those are the Same Cops I Saw Dragging a Disabled Woman Across the Pavement By Her Dislocated Arm A Few Years Ago 8 February 2026

I was stuck on the Reservation, so I married a Native American man (my new boss), and cancelled my doctor’s appointment in Billings, Montana 5 February 202624 January 2026

The front door creaks open — stillness interrupted — heavy footsteps cross the threshold, the waft of body odour displacing fresh air, a familiar voice can be heard, 1 February 202624 February 2026

Spec-ulations 27 January 202627 January 2026

At the local swimming pool — the only one with unbarbered legs and no towel, chocolates dragging me down — but the sky is blue 17 January 202613 January 2026

What the heck is a Longette? 16 January 202631 January 2026

every day is as Everyday does 11 January 202611 January 2026