Tagged: policy

we are always one

we are always one
law
from turning people away –
bringing justice to

society looks different from
either side of the table
.
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we are here because

we are here because
you were there
and suddenly,
there is clarity

in this great debate about
people moving from there to here
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: clarity

it’s easier to

it’s easier to
go after the small people
,
you say. every

elected official goes
in knowing it well enough
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: elected

we were never

we were never
going to ease into
stability as they
promised. the
illusion is real,
and there will
always be
misalignment
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: illusion

across our land, we

across our land, we
are forcing children to put
away childish things –

last night, tonight, tomorrow night,
the night after, the night after
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: childish

in the garden, you

in the garden, you
are separating the newly
sprouted basil – they

are so fragile, barely strong
enough to withstand the shock
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: fragile

the beginning of

the beginning of
the day and the end of the
day meets up, nothing

has changed, not really, papers
shoved around, hearts locked in place
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: locked

even now, we are

even now, we are
rehearsing this newest
compulsion to
rebalance, a
gentle pressure to
resist,
but not so much
.
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every third hour, there

every third hour, there
is a slow sliding into
contentment, or an

okayness with the world, being
alive is a navigation
.
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there is an old, new

there is an old, new
paralysis – a hitchhiker
on the most bearable
days, a parasite on
the worst – that pins
down a hand, an
arm, a leg, a morsel
of every hour, crushing
the cells and membranes
of day. we feel
sick about it all
the time, emerge
from the stupor
spasmodically to ask
one another for best and
worst case scenarios,
readjust our negativity
bias for a version
of survival
.
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