So many beings are relying on us to resist the dark forces of greed, the madness of the race for biggest billionaire, for unregulated Ai. We are watching the unmaking of the world which – flaws and all – made diverse democratic queer life possible. But they don’t have to be victorious. No.
Go to the national Gallery in Ottawa if you can, & take in the two shows there. Nadia Myre and Skawennati model how to not be shook. How to be wide awake & creating a “now” that makes something else possible.
I’m looking for poetry that similarly sees where we are fully, painfully, and is nonetheless lit with its own possibility, alive in its relationship to form & overflowing with intelligent & loving resistance.
Poems may be previously published. Please note where.
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