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
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
A different day — an ocean pool — more forgetting — a smile that once would have fluttered a heart — no scalpels and luck holds firm 29 January 202629 January 2026
Colour Contrast: A Various And Varied Variety — on Blackness, Whiteness, Greyness, Brownness — by Blacklisted & Anonymous; Whitelisted & Obvious; Gray, Greyer & Greyness; Brownlisted & Balanceness 20 January 202628 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
Sunset on the human race / A tardigrade could do better / Traditions get mangled, entangled, star-spangled / Genocide as a form of tourism: A slam poetry-esque Longette Lite* from the deviser 14 January 202614 January 2026