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POEM: Here Comes The Flood

Here Comes The Flood

Eventually this dam’s
gonna break

when it does
I wouldn’t wanna be

some outta touch
asshole in a shiny suit

admiring his reflection
in a coin with his face on it

because when the water
comes rushing through

the shiny suits and coins
will be the first things

washed out to sea.

/ / /

4 October 2025
Charlottesville VA

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I’ve got a new album!

Several years ago, I released a few poetry and music tracks via Adam Gnade’s label Hello America Stereo Cassette. Ever since, I’ve wanted to make an album of my poetry with (mostly) other people’s music. This past Tuesday, I decided to just do it. I emailed a dozen musicians and asked if they’d each send me two minutes of music by Friday. Ten of them did. I set myself the restriction of making the entire album between when I awoke on Saturday and when I went to bed on Sunday. This album is the result.

This is a pay-what-you-want album. Any and all money received will go to Ele Elna Elak, an organization that provides drinking water and education to children in Gaza displaced by Israel’s ongoing genocide. Neither I nor any musician on this album will make any money from it. So when you’re setting your price, keep that in mind. Thank you.

If you’d like to donate to them directly and cut out the middle-mouse, you’ll find them at eleelnaelak.org. If you donate directly, I’d love to know. Drop a line to fievel42@pm.me.

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POEM: On The Day Assata Died

On The Day Assata Died

On the day Assata died
a mass murderer spoke
to an empty room
about why it’s OK to kill people.
He was wearing a two-dollar button
with a link to a video
that he said would show everyone
why he needed to keep killing
men and women and children and
non-binary folks in the name of justice.
There was nobody left in the room
to look at his video
but don’t get it twisted;
they had filled that same chamber
many times before and done nothing
to stop the killing
because in the end
that’s not what they’re there for.
They sit in that room
day after day
year after year
to make us believe there are rules,
to cover the hellmouth with politeness.
But Assata died one thousand three hundred miles
from her home place
because in the end
they always let the killer speak.

///

26 September 2025
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: the rainbow I want to see

the rainbow I want to see

forms in a puddle of gasoline
pooling below a row of Molotov cocktails
a riot not a parade

they’re not coming for us
they’re already here
that warmth you feel

is the breath of the enemy
uniformed like a dark patch of night
light glinting off a truncheon

grab a brick, break a bottle
sharpen your knives and axes
this is the hour when we fight

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6 September 2025
Charlottesville

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20 years since Katrina

Katrina was not a natural disaster. It was a man-made failure of engineering and resources made even worse by a racist disregard for the lives of black people.

Speaking personally, it was also the moment in my own radicalization when the final piece of the veil was ripped away and I realized that no part of the official apparatus of our society was here for any reason other than service to capital.

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POEM: Defensive Errors

Defensive Errors

They make us hate each other
to distract us from hating them.
There are about 3,000 billionaires
and more than 8 billion regular folks.
Math isn’t my strong suit
but I think we can take ’em.

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7 July 2025
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: mayflies

mayflies

mayflies dead on the streets of Selma
mayflies dead on the Edmund Pettus Bridge
David and I are there to remember
to pay our respects, to see
but everywhere we look
the streets and sidewalks are covered
with drifts of mayfly carcasses
heaps of translucent white wings
uncountable numbers of corpses
we try not to step on them
it’s all but impossible
we walk with a sickening crunch
across that weighty bridge
emerging on the other side
two white people unscathed
on a field of the dead

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18 April 2025
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: Dishwasher At The Barricades

Dishwasher At The Barricades

I made the mistake
of listening to headlines
while I washed the dishes tonight.
I’d been proud of myself
for washing them
rather than just getting into bed.
By the time I finished
I was enraged,
my heart pounding in my chest.
The antithesis of meditation.
It’s the Frodo Baggins of it all:
living through times
I’d have rather avoided,
chest full of a heart
that can’t look away.
I’m too cowardly for the big things.
I let my bosses silence me.
I hide behind the age-old fear
of getting yelled at.
I’m not a Willem van Spronsen.
Not an Alexander Berkman.
My hands shake
as I rinse the last glass,
set it rim-side-down
on the pile of clean dishes
in the drying rack.
I turn off the podcast
so I can write this poem.

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4/7/25
Charlottesville VA

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Taking back control of your digital life

Stephanie and I have been engaged in trying to reclaim some of our lives from the major corporate oligarchs of our age. It hasn’t been easy but it has been rewarding. I’ve made a number of changes, including:

EMAIL

I switched to Proton Mail, which offers end-to-end encryption with a focus on privacy. It can be free, but I got a paid version that comes with a bunch of other stuff. And because it costs money, that’s what I give Proton rather than access to my data, which is what free services like Gmail and others get in return for my use of their platforms. I’ve had my own email addresses for years, and it was easy to fold those into Proton Mail, too. And I have a bunch of them, which is part of why I paid for the upgraded Proton service.

STORAGE

I downloaded all my data from Google Photos, Drive, Keep and elsewhere (via https://takeout.google.com), and moved it all onto a hard drive. I then deleted all that data from Google. Proton offers a Drive feature of its own, again with a focus on privacy and encryption. I’m backing up my photos there, and also using it when I need to share files. And then I’ll keep local copies of those files on an external drive. As for sharing photos, I’m doing that more with messages to people, although I am making limited use of social media. (See below.)

CAMERA

I have a Google Pixel phone, which means all the standard apps on it are from Google and all are tracked and data-mined. I installed a different camera app on my phone because there was no way to stop Google from capturing those photos using its native camera app. Now I can back up those photos using Proton.

PASSWORD MANAGER

I’ve used Dashlane as a password manager for years, but since the Proton suite came with Proton Pass, I switched. It offers all the usual password manager services, plus some nice extras like the creation of email aliases, which make it easy to sign up for websites and newsletters using a fake email, and then to know which particular website or newsletter sold your data if one of those fake emails starts receiving spam. Proton Pass integrates with Firefox and works well on my phone, too.

BROWSER

This wasn’t a change for me, just something I wanted to mention. I’ve been using Firefox for years because of its privacy protections. I also use the Tor browser when privacy and anonymity are paramount. But I use Firefox in my everyday life. It’s oodles better than Edge or Chrome or Safari in terms of data protection and tracking. And I’ve added extensions that make it even more secure.

MESSAGING

I’ve been using Signal for a long time, but recently I’ve started asking everyone with whom I regularly text to switch. (Find me on Signal here.) I don’t know what’s coming next in our current dystopia, but it sure seems worth it to have security in messaging, even if what you’re sending seems innocuous. Signal is free and secure and it’s just as easy to use as whatever messaging app you’re using now. And yes, it’s more secure than WhatsApp. It’s also great if you have friends outside the US with whom you regularly chat. You can make audio and video calls via Signal, share photos and files, and create group chats. You should just assume that every message you send that isn’t on Signal is being read by someone other than the recipient, because that’s the amount of security provided by Android and iOs.

SOCIAL MEDIA

Yes, the ubiquitous and insidious and useful and awful bane of our collective existence. I’ve greatly curtailed my use of social media, and when I do post I either do it via a third-party app or via my browser, because I’ve removed the apps from my phone. I’ve installed a Firefox extension called SocialFocus to limit my time on the apps in the browser and also to limit what I’m able to see when I log in. Right now there’s no replacement for Instagram in our community as a source of activist news, and it’s also useful for the arts and for global news that media outlets don’t cover. (Al Jazeera is good for some things, and I also listen daily to Means Morning News and the headlines portion of Democracy Now.)

MAPS

I switched from Google Maps to Here We Go. That’s we used on our vacation a couple weeks back and it worked well, both when we had a data connection and when we didn’t.

NOTES

I used Google Keep for years as my note-taking app (very similar to Notes on an iPhone). When we started this process, I switched to UpNote. But then I watched a series of YouTube videos (1, 2, 3, 4) and decided to try paper note-taking again. I’ve done it many times over the years, but I always go back to the convenience of my ever-present phone. I’ve been using paper for about a week. I keep a small Field Notes notebook in my pocket for to-do items, and another for thoughts. It’s working well so far. If I have a more complex thing like a URL that I need access to in multiple places, I use UpNote.

MUSIC

I switched from Spotify to Tidal a while back because Tidal is better for artists. I also listen to a lot of music on vinyl, and buy music directly from artists on Bandcamp (the best digital platform for artists). Soon I’m going to get a portable audio player (akin to an iPod) so I can keep my music separate from my phone and also build an intentional collection on the device. Having access to everything ever recorded is amazing (and teenage me would have died of happiness), but it’s also the case that I know and connect to what I listen to now much less than I did when the records or tapes or cassettes I owned were all I had to listen to. I’ll still be using those digital services for music discovery and for things I can’t find any other way. Those numbered links in the previous item have a lot more on this.

BOOKS

I have a Kindle. Last week I canceled my Amazon account. My Kindle still works, largely because for years I’ve been getting my ebooks from other sources and putting them on my Kindle using a piece of software called Calibre. It’s also possible to transfer them directly without any software because your computer will see your Kindle as a hard drive. There are many places to get books online, both for money and for free. In this day and age, all we’re ever paying for is a license for ebooks anyway, not actual ownership. Those books (and that music) can be edited, or removed from your devices entirely, at any time without your consent or even knowledge. The other day I came across the line: “If buying isn’t owning, then piracy isn’t stealing.” Do with that what you will.

SHOPPING ONLINE VS BIG BOX STORES VS LOCAL

Part of deleting my Amazon account (in addition to ending my support of that awful company) was to bring my focus back to my community. I’m trying to shop local whenever possible, whether that means from actual people who live in my community and make things at a small scale, or whether that just means from physical stores in my community. I still buy groceries at Wegmans because my town doesn’t have a locally owned grocery store. But I also shop at the farmers markets. I buy records and books from local sellers. I eat at non-chain restaurants. And I’m going to try to stop shopping online as much as possible. It’s important to know that we live in capitalism (and most of you reading this live in the United States) so there are times when you can’t avoid the big players. And some folks live in food deserts or have no other store they can get to than a Walmart or Dollar General. So we all just have to do the best we can, and offer grace to folks who don’t have our luxuries.

CASH

I don’t think I’ve regularly used cash since I moved back from Japan in the 90s. I use a debit or credit card for everything. But moving forward, I’m going to pay in cash as much as possible. This reduces fees for merchants, removes tracking from your purchases, and also helps you stick to a budget (if you’re like me and bad with the little money you have).

CONCLUSION

I’m sure there are things I’m forgetting. If you want a good step-by-step guide to a lot of this stuff, this one is excellent. Corporations don’t care about us, except as big veins of data they can mine. Corporations rule everything around us, and that’s only getting worse and worse. Most of us can’t go off the grid, but we can limit our exposure. I hope some of this helps.

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POST: Vultures

Vultures

You can’t leave your house without seeing a vulture.
That’s not even a metaphor, just how it is.
And why not? Vultures eat dead things, decaying things.
Where better to fly than over the United States?
Today at a vigil for Palestine we talked about whether,
in 50 years, this era would be seen as a watershed moment
in the rush toward Gilead, or whether the slow enshittification
of everything would continue, with the goalposts of the illusion
of security moved a little more each year, but never enough
for Americans as a whole to actually, you know, do anything.
There are still shows on TV, there’s still food at the supermarket.
That seems to be all most people need to pretend it’s all OK.
In some cultures vultures represent rebirth.
I know if I looked out my window right now, I’d see one.
Eventually even the black holes will fade.
The universe will die in ice.
What unimagined harbinger
might watch from outside the darkness?

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3 March 2025
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: a mis compas

a mis compas
(a memory of A16)

a stranger beside me
as the horses charged
spurred by armored pigs
batons swinging
we were against a low wall
the stranger and me
maybe a dozen others
2,000 pounds of people
10,000 pounds of horses
we slid along the wall
like swiftly moving shadows
escaping the charge
just as the teargas started

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21 January 2025
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: How To Make An America

How To Make An America

• 1 part genocide
• 1 part slavery
• 1 part apartheid
• 1 part supremacy

Heat for 400 years
in a pressure cooker,
until the steam
escapes the valve.
Then, holding
the cooker at arm’s length,
carry it to a bombed-out
hospital or school,
set it in the foyer,
take 20 paces back,
wait.

///

6 November 2024
Charlottesville, VA

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POEM: Precursor

Precursor

Coltrane and Ellington.
Two mugs of chai.
The cat is in the hostas.
A simple morning.
We eat avocado toast,
pull ourselves up by our bootstraps.
Lorenzo Kom’boa Ervin
speaks of revolution.

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8 September 2024
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: Torch-bearer

Torch-bearer

Late at night, reading about Ammon Hennacy —
wondering how to live a life of purpose.

It’s easy to say, “I was born at the wrong time,”
as if there isn’t work to do now.

I feel disconnected from most things,
yet hope bubbles up like a spring in my mind.

Which forge offers the best chance
of producing a sword that vanquishes melancholy?

My son reads Octavia Butler.
I’m not ready to pass the torch,
even if it burns my hand.

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8/24/24
Charlottesville VA

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POEM: Indra’s Net

Indra’s Net

I am reflected in you.
You are reflected in me.
We are reflected in them.
They are reflected in us.
Through you I become infinite.
Through me you become boundless.
Through them we touch everyone.
Through us they touch everywhere.
They are reflected in us.
We are reflected in them.
You are reflected in me.
I am reflected in you.

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5 May 2024
Charlottesville VA

For SU4P

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