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.