When fires were taking homes in northern California, my grandmother opened her doors to those affected. She gave her bedroom to a woman who’d lost everything. Once a medic, my grandmother tended her burns and changed her bandages for months...

Writing Prompt Man

i've been finishing my emails with a small poem each day. i guess just finding ways to write a little in these crazy times ^~^

11.13.24
Among falling leaves
In early dusk, keep light close
For the winter's hush

we cannot fall in line because we anticipate our own oppression. Remember to think critically, stand out, and be involved - even when violence and injustice become normalized. We must continue to fight for liberation in the face of militarized capitalism.