she threw caution to the wind

she tumbled and stumbled

and had some wild fucking meltdowns

then she threw caution to the wind again

she tumbled and stumbled

and went on amazing adventures

and down extraordinary rabbit holes

then she threw caution to the wind again

she danced and cooked and loved

with beautiful souls from around the world

she cried she laughed she screamed, she wailed

then she threw caution to the wind again

she dreamt, she wondered, she ran, she hid

she cried, she slept, she danced some more,

she reached up and out and all over

she pushed and pulled and fought

every barrier in her way

then she threw caution to the wind again

 While it's critical to humanity that we continue to talk about genocide, Palestine, Gaza, international human rights, it is also important to discuss the impacts of trauma for those who are left alive after Israel's massacre. Trauma, and post traumatic stress responses plague every living victim of violence. Multiply that times a genocide . Now imagine yourself at age 5. Now imagine yourself at age 5 being clawed out of dreamland by screaming and frantic digging as you slowly start to realize that you can't breathe. Imagine that there's no one alive in your family to comfort you and everyone is screaming. Imagine you desperately need water because your throat is full of the rubble of your once beautiful and loving home. Imagine there is no water. Imagine that.

 the cognitive dissonance

of the world

is only

drowned out

by the wails

of the mothers

and babies

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 there are lots of times

when the epic blast 

comes from your soul

BE TRUE TO YOURSELF

like a rollercoaster

i have stopped and started

got on, got off, got on again

if you follow my ridiculous 

poetry at all

you'll know that i mean when i say

WE ARE THE PEOPLE WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

 A poem about covid

jesus fuck 

mother fucker

piss fuck dick

my fucking fuck

shit on all the sticks

YES alllll the sticks

'Hello, it's Wendy here, how are you doing"  "Oh i'm good, good, how are you?"the way we start every day.  

Then we hear the stories.

our tears trickle down drains

toilets, kleenex

whatever we can find

as we put on our faces

and punch the clock

fucking motherfucker cocksucking asshole

piss and shit and smears on the wall

We put the mask back on

"yes, yes i'm fine.  could you hold for a minute while i find my pen"

(don't disclose that you have 8000 hidden under your desk)

(that could put others at risk

of accusations of stealng

post it notes

i did not have sexual relations

with that woman)

the fear among us is increasing 

and we are jumping off cliffs

because the guy before us did it

and we have entered into a new generation

of terrified people.

--

Wendy Goldsmith

The Time is Now – Le temps d’agir!

www.greenleft.ca

London, Ontario, on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabeg, Haudenosaunee, Lenape, Attawandaron and Huron-Wendat peoples, at the forks of Deshkan Ziibi (Antler River), an area subject to the Dish with One Spoon Wampum and other treaties.

 

 for all you white nationalists out there, i have a fable for you. once there was a white nationalist and then he met a turtle. the turtle didn't like the white nationalist. the turtle went back the other way and didn't cross the road. the end

 The time i went to a paint day and tried to create what everyone else was creating and instead I drew a big spludgy on the paper. Ya, that time. More of those, please.

 that night after burning man

the drive back to the mundane

the constant bashing our heads

against giant brick walls

of our lives

of trying to get it right

the moments of pure 

enlightenment

tenderness

joy

peace

frustration

and even loving anger

that we both know are possible

that night, that night

we stopped at a beach

it was cold

much like the burning man nights

when you forgot you had a comforter in the back seat

but i digress....

that night

wrapped in blankets

fearless of the wild winds

impervious to the the crashing storm

our gratitude enveloped us

like a warm blanket

and i felt bliss

seen, heard, believed

loved

under the moonlight

our love grew eternal

and love knew no boundaries

we returned

to the insanity of it all

to the door to to the way back home

you took me for pizza

and then i knew you really loved me

because i know you hate pizza

and onions

at least we have that in common

a laugh

a smile

a profound knowing

and i knew in that moment

my soulmate had fallen 

from the stars

sometimes i am baffled

that you put up with my bullshit

sometimes i am baffled

that i put up with yours

 feels safer sometimes from afar

other times

magnetism has its way

i thank all the goddesses

for you

for our connection

for this universe

for enriching my life

for awakening my spirit

for challenging me

for speaking your truth

for creating space to speak mine

and for helping me to believe

that another world is possible

besos

 ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE??

how is it that you think

that you can live life on the brink

and dance yourself 

to the edge

how is it that you think 

that a million thousands tears

from around the world

wouldn't cry

if you do a stupid thing like

dangle at the precipice

enticing your loved one to join you

and only hope for safety

i am mad at you

for being so careless

and i am also thankful to the universe

that esmaralda was with you

you are the most lucky motherfucker

i have ever met

if you die, i will kill you.

 the commies are coming, the commies are coming!!!i

don't want to stand in bread lines!

that's what i knew, or thought i knew about the soviet union

oh, also that they played good hockey

also guess what? Canadians are standing in bread lines

in case you hadn't noticed

when i was just a girl

that's what i learned in school and on the tv

my parents were indifferent

they liked bowling and poker and whiskey

and now as a mom of three beautiful kids

afraid of a nuclear attack, again,

i think to myself

what a bunch of fucktards

we have allowed to run this world

and smash the patriarchy

smash it all to hell

the first poem i ever remember writing

was about the imminent risk of nuclear war

i was 16

we averted it that time, it was the cold war

this, THIS is a hot war

do everything you can, wherever you are

to stop weapons sales.

 Ella sleeping soundly

snoring

she's never not by my side

I feel a sneeze coming on

She hates it when i sneeze

I sneeze

She bolts up and stares at me

And i think she wonders if i'm dying

I assure her that i'm not dying

and that she can go back to sleep

Then i realize i'm talking to a dog

...at 6am.

 One day I will choose

One day I will choose

all the fucking furniture

One day I will choose

everything in my life

One day I will choose

And the only war I will join

Is the war against the patriarchy

and apartheid in every country

and i will fight with sisters across the world

to raise our voices and to END

male violence against women

amen

 peace in our hearts

is what the world needs

for us all to come together

and break the chains

of patriarchy

stop listening to the bullshit

and dance more

that is my desire

for 2023

 with trepidation

i ask the universe

to provide

to create the conditions

for us all to survive

i ask men to put guns down

and to sit and listen

to the women

who know how to get us out

of this madness