They say you don't belong here, you are invaders in this land, come from across the sea. Well and good. My grandparents were invaders too, though they were only children. Everyone is welcome who is here, no matter what they say. Everyone is one. Everyone who longs to be belongs.  

 i'll remember when we're gone.

 The whole apparatus is openly genocidal now. It's an arrogant genocidal rogue nation terror state, gnome sane.

 Standing up against the genocidal empire is a must. It's existential.

I remember walking the broken sea wall
with mister, back when it was relatively intact.
Sometimes memory seems of another life.
But it was this life, when it often felt like dreaming awake.
I thought about how we might remember the future,
which seems blank now, in the afterlife.
Sometimes when we remember we may remember a time to come
imagining ourselves coming back around.

 

Goo' morning. Went to the farm market and they still have sun gold tomatoes. Last night tossed and turned and the coyotes called up between dreams. This picture looks worried and is but those lines go back decades and won't fade in this life. Going to the library and the lake.

  In the capitalist empire no one and nothing is free, it's all commodity. Growing up we heard about democracy, not capitalism, or capitalism was just the spread of democracy. The president of the great democracy was always right no matter what was done in the name of democracy. We come to realize, far too late perhaps, that the business of democracy was evil, in other words, with no regard for the sanctity of life, evil was just business, and so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes, until it's gone.