my huge freakin pawsies

just found out I'm going to be reincarnated into a single sprig of grain. barley apparently. Not cool man. I didn't even know plants was an option on the table. this is bullshit

december 2025 • námafjall, iceland

Storm clouds moving in from the southeast on a winter evening, J-Six Ranch, Cochise County, Arizona.

I am still trying to formulate my thoughts after what happened in Vermont a few towns over from me on Wednesday.

If you're unaware, on Wednesday, ICE agents surrounded a house near an elementary school without a warrant and the community took action. Our contact chain to get people to the scene worked. Really well. Protestors formed a human chain, blocking ICE from the house and getting a toddler to a safe location. Protestors held for six hours straight, requesting that a warrant be produced, until our city and state police assisted ICE by teargassing and brutalizing protestors and eventually entering the home. They arrested protestors and three immigrants. NONE were the individual ICE had a warrant for, he wasn't even in the house. The people taken into custody were here seeking legal asylum.

Vermont is one of the whitest states in the country and has some of the lowest % of immigrants. Just throwing that out there for reasons...

I don't know what's going to happen over the next few days. I'm trying to formulate my anger at what happened and the pride i feel for how effective our community response was together. Just know that VT is small, but takes this shit so seriously. They don't call us the Brave Little State for nothing. We threw JD Vance out in like a day in 2025. We should be boiling sap right now. But we have time for this too.

Connor Storrie for Aporro (2021) [x]

Folks gassing up literary fiction and looking down their noses at sci-fi and fantasy because the former is "grounded in real human experiences", then you look at your average piece of literary fiction and the author's notion of how the real world operates is at least as fantastical as Narnia.

Mobeen Hakeem

Socrates

Even when it’s all over, I still look at you

Elegy for a Walnut Tree

by W.S. Merwin

Old friend now there is no one alive who remembers when you were young it was high summer when I first saw you in the blaze of day most of my life ago with the dry grass whispering in your shade and already you had lived through wars and echoes of wars around your silence through days of parting and seasons of absence with the house emptying as the years went their way until it was home to bats and swallows and still when spring climbed toward summer you opened once more the curled sleeping fingers of newborn leaves as though nothing had happened you and the seasons spoke the same language and all these years I have looked through your limbs to the river below and the roofs and the night and you were the way I saw the world

Let Them Not Say

by Jane Hirshfield

Let them not say: we did not see it. We saw.

Let them not say: we did not hear it. We heard.

Let them not say: they did not taste it. We ate, we trembled.

Let them not say: it was not spoken, not written. We spoke, we witnessed with voices and hands.

Let them not say: they did nothing. We did not-enough.

Let them say, as they must say something:

A kerosene beauty. It burned.

Let them say we warmed ourselves by it, read by its light, praised, and it burned.