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selections from Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America by Barbara Ehrenreich

No one ever said that you could work hard—harder even than you ever thought possible—and still find yourself sinking ever deeper into poverty and debt. Continue reading

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how i voted in the June 7, 2016 election

PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES: Bernie Sanders
UNITED STATES SENATOR: Kamala Harris
UNITED STATES REPRESENTATIVE: Nancy Pelosi
STATE SENATOR: Ken Loo
MEMBER OF THE STATE ASSEMBLY, DISTRICT 19: Phil Ting
JUDGE OF THE SUPERIOR COURT, OFFICE NO. 7: Victor Hwang

PROP 50: Yes
PROP A: Yes
PROP B: No
PROP C: No
PROP D: Yes
PROP E: Yes
PROP AA: Yes Continue reading

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SAS 9

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seven lines

what truth can possibly be expressed
on a white page
in blue ink
under red light
against the mountainside
beneath dark skies
with only seven lines? Continue reading

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selections from Turtle Island by Gary Snyder

Goal: Clean air, clean clear-running rivers, the presence of Pelican and Osprey and Gray Whale in our lives; salmon and trout in our streams; unmuddied language and good dreams. (94) Continue reading

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siesta

they fell in love in the early morning
the sea rippling golden red
the horizon green as their affection
radiant violet skies overhead.

robust and mighty, they stretched their wings
and took off for the west.
“wherever we’re together,” they sung,
“that wherever will be best.”

they left the sea and traced the rivers,
worshiping the water’s ways—
its springs produced a thousand greens,
dark mossy rocks and verdant glades.

vast forests gave way to vaster plains
and these, in turn, grew rocky.
until the land swelled up to heaven,
which the lovers flew over, cocky.

gliding down, at last, they gazed upon
the desert—endless, empty, eternal—
imagining it wide enough for their love
but ignorant of the sun, infernal.

“siesta!” she cried, as she landed
and down in the dirt she lay.
and there her lover hopes and weeps forever
of her rousing, even as stars fade away. Continue reading

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simply

one might walk
a hundred thousand miles

away from the city, crowded to heaven with utter coolness…
away from civilization, progress, perfection, circus…
away from people, apes playing dress-up…
away from places, familiar, unforgettable…
on and on…
over bridges, plastered with sludgy, crusted snow…
thru tunnels, a mile dark, dripping, creeping, damp…
thru forests, creaking ancient wisdom in the wind…
thru meadows, rolling plains unassuming…
thru mines of blasted, plundered earth…
thru thunderstorms, the wrath of gods unnamed, unnumbered…
up mountains, natural castles guarding nothing…
down valleys, humble paradises in plain sight…
across flooded rivers, our ancient agricultural blessing…
across a sea of green, daytime sight of sublime…
on and on and on…
under the scorching sun, death glare of the cosmos…
under the pouring rain, a million buckets overturned at once…
under the sleet and snow, flurries of tasteless confection…
amid the blustery wind, a reminder that all is in motion…
on and on and on…
where people shoot guns all night, the distant violent crack…
where deer scamper in all directions, unhesitating clairvoyant fear…
where automobiles passing provide cool breeze, how nice…
where churches dot every corner, clever bait and tackle for lost souls…
where sounds sometimes don’t make sense, alien lands neverending…
where light can please and frighten, the precipice of death and delight…
on and on and on…
through cottages and campsites, feasting in the lap of luxury…
through mud and leaves, wet hair, wet face, wet everything…
cross country, paved roads, rattled heart, steady mind…
again and again… on and on and on…
up mountains…
down valleys…
thru tunnels…
thru everything…
west always west…

simply

for a chance to be
alive and breathing. Continue reading

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selections from The Confidence-Man by Herman Melville

‘True; but look, now, what my doubt is. I am one who thinks well of man. I love man. I have confidence in man. But what was told me not a half-hour since? I was told that I would find it written — “Believe not his many words — an enemy speaketh sweetly with his lips” — and also I was told that I would find a good deal more to the same effect, and all in this book. I could not think it; and, coming here to look for myself, what do I read? Not only just what was quoted, but also, as was engaged, more to the same purpose, such as this: “With much communication he will tempt thee; he will smile upon thee, and speak thee fair, and say What wantest thou? If thou be for his profit he will use thee; he will make thee bear, and will not be sorry for it. Observe and take good heed. When thou hearest these things, awake in thy sleep.”‘

‘Who’s that describing the confidence-man?’ here came from the berth again. (286) Continue reading

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Wasted Cinders

we’re just doing, not being. Continue reading

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walking birds in stereo

two channels of life’s transmission traveling
3000 miles across America in stereophonic sound—

two of hearts, one infinitesimal diamond
walking along the country’s deep black grooves

dreaming, “rhythm is rhythm—rhythm is life—
music is zen—systems, strife.” day

and night, sometimes skipping, sometimes
losing the beat but losing it together

and then finding it together on the b-side
of the same thought, not a measure too soon. Continue reading

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