He is riven

Where follower count and existing engagement seem to act as gatekeepers

Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson continues to be the only human being on the court

and the ripeness of the apple is its downfall. - Mary Oliver, The Orchard 🌱

I'm still in this stage

The degree to which I'm willing and able to embarrass myself cannot be overstated

Your clarity shines light into systems that rely on staying in the shadows. 🌱

blizzard of 26’ observers

How many kinds of love might there be in the world, and how many formations might they make and who am I ever to imagine I could know such a marvelous business? - from On the Beach by Mary Oliver 🌱

He burned his house down for the fire insurance And spent the proceeds on a telescope To satisfy a lifelong curiosity About our place among the infinities. - from the Star-Splitter by Robert Frost 🔭 🧪

We can't even get rid of something as universally despised as Daylight Savings Time

Men in Ohio call balaclavas “baklava.”

It is LONELY at the top (of emotional maturity)

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. - How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver 🌱

If you want an actually functioning democracy, it is actually in our interest to make working for fascists really uncomfortable. I don't know what to tell you.

I often wonder, if I was 66 million light-years away, how big of a telescope would I need to see dinosaurs roaming the surface of Earth? futurism.com/space/big-te...

Michele Hundley Smith has asked the investigators who tracked her down to keep her location private, even withholding it from her three kids. www.usmagazine.com/crime-news/n...

Teach me mortality, frighten me into the present. Help me to find the heft of these days. That the nights will be full enough and my heart feral. - from I Imagine the Gods by Jack Gilbert

The girl I had been, lost among the roots behind your house. In a black wig, holding a cigarette, enchanted by the whispering leaves. My footsteps in the snow. - from the art of losing by Rabha Ashry

Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful Dream. The worst in us having taken over And broken the rest utterly down. - from An Old Story by Tracy K. Smith 🌱

from the river to the lake, to the next lake, to the lake after that,

I don’t know how to explain to all the social media that I’m not a birder. Ima gardener. I wanna talk plants.

Cold, wet leaves Floating on moss-coloured water And the croaking of frogs— Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. - The Pond by Amy Lowell 🌱

had to squeeze in a panic attack before the day ends

The sky is relentlessly sapphire, and the past is happening quickly: the saguaros have opened themselves, stretched out their arms to rays millions of years old - from Snow on the Desert by Agha Shahid Ali 🌱

A very predictable this happened to X today. If a system predictably produces sexual harm and cannot reliably prevent it, disabling it is basic duty of care, not censorship. Europe understands that. The U.S. hasn’t caught up yet.

The body speaks first. If that doesn’t work, the mind empties: a crate of crabs scuttling toward nothingness. Authoritarianism blossoms like a corpse flower: foul men spread their stench across the globe. - from Burn Out by Amy M. Alvarez 🌱

“I am not going to alter my conduct, not even if I have to die a hundred deaths.” - The Apology of Socrates, Plato

Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me. - from The Dreamer by Dulcie Deamer

Did we bring back emo and then immediately bring back mainstream mall emo as well? Because that was entirely unnecessary

I am greedy to learn what keeps everything alive. - from Memory Poem by Marlanda Dekine 🌱

So we’re both mildly apologetic all the time, which is a small courtesy, two pulsars fanning light at one another in bursts detectable years later. - from Poem in Which the Poet Ventriloquizes the Beloved by Kimberly Quiogue Andrews 🌱

"The heart caught in the grey clouds moving" - from Therapist Asks Me to Describe Grief by Sunnylyn Thibodeaux

We're going to win because their side has no good art and they know it.

It's 11 degrees outside, just like it was yesterday, and my phone keeps giving me cold weather advisories. We get it.

But like why do they call them Real Housewives when so many of the have jobs?

repeat old incantations of humanity fables and legends because this is how you will attain the good you will not attain repeat great words repeat them stubbornly like those crossing the desert who perished in the sand 1/2

HE'S DOING THE THING

Looking after feral cats in the snow is incredibly difficult, especially when one has a parasite fml

I just came to read the latest on the violent Federal coercion of a state

Today’s flower 🌱 #1325 Snowdrop

Societies are structurally hostile to the people who embody their stated moral ideals before those ideals are convenient.

I said this last time but their real position is “if you disagree with us we can kill you.”

Where grief meets burnout

I can't wait to hear the next Democratic version of “sad but not actionable”

Nuremberg trials for ICE is the moderate position