Author: Fatesjoke

Trees ready to shed crimson leaves, like so many days before the Northern Wind comes, peppering the streets in a coat of crunch; a moment to stop,  pause, and breathe in.   I know now, because I’ve let these moments pass me by in the past, when I was dumb, deaf, and blind. I stood …

I want to self immolate                           be consumed                           in a conflagration              for a cause People have no “cause”                           there is no “cause”                           for us,              for the antithesis of causes                           we are the cause I don’t allow myself               to handle a gun in                           these moments-              but I imagine                           the sound of grooved metal                           (surface area to release …

I had never cried during a movie                          until I saw The Notebook,             now shows where animals struggle                          just to survive,                                       make my throat grow tight,             my arms reaching out to push a chick into a nest,                          breath silently screaming at whales to turn around. I’ve never been a patriot,             but the sight of wounded soldiers returning home                          fills me with pride for the …