red is for blood

red for blood.
white for the people who settled here and drew the blood from the indigenous Peoples of the continent(s).
and what is blue for? sadness? sadness as deep as the ocean and wide as the sky?

fucking fireworks.
who the hell decided that emulating war is celebratory?
i hate the fourth of july. a fucking celebration of colonialism and war. at least it's appropriate, right, to celebrate US "independence" with explosions. it sounds like bombs and gunshots outside, and i know that it isn't, but my stomach still turns over when i hear it. the poet in me is playing with the words. "fire works." fire works for what? works for colonization, imperialism, genocide? sad, because fire itself is a beautiful thing. fire works, however, are not.

i'm not good at blogging about anything other than the present moment, but i'll try to talk a little about my past couple weeks.

so there was camping in massachusetts- "summercamp." it was fun. it feels a long time ago now, so while i had lots of rants about it when i was there, it feels hard to access that now, which might not be a bad thing. basically: "radical" politics, patriarchy, & white privilege. i shouldn't generalize though. that was really only some people who were there. but of course those are always the ones who seem to take up the most space.

then the ussf. movement building rocks. for me, the highlight of the forum was when some folks who are organizing around the border wall b/w the u.s. and Mexico stopped by the Palestine Tent to talk about divestment from both border walls (that, and the one in Palestine). for those of you reading this who dont already know, the same (israeli) company is a part of the building of both the walls.

i'm listening to climbing poetree right now. they were at the ussf. listening to them always brings a calmness to me. not a false calm that assumes there is actually calm and peace in the world, but a calm that encompasses anger and pain, and then surpasses it with inspiration and hope. ahhh.