A call to action for those who understand that systems change doesn't end when the funding does The news has spread through our networks like wildfire: federal contracts canceled, technical assistance dismantled, years of progress threatened. As someone who recently lost all remaining federal contracts myself, I find myself at a crossroads familiar to many.… Continue reading When They Take the Funding, We Build New Tables
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Day 372 10/14/24
"They dropped bombs on the tents set up at the hospital and people sleeping there were burned alive." That is a sentence I just constructed in this, the year of our Lord 2024. These are words that I put together to form a sentence in 2024. "I saw a child being burned alive." Another sentence… Continue reading Day 372 10/14/24
Day 364- Oct 6, 2024
364 days -10/6/24 How do I share in this life and excitement with you, when my mind is full of genocide. I wish it wasn’t. And I just want the means to explain that my mind is full genocide. That a day doesn’t pass where I haven’t yet learned of the last hospital, apartment building,… Continue reading Day 364- Oct 6, 2024
honey, salt, and sympathy
He knows why the caged bird beats its wing He knows that love is a quest Searching for contentment freedom guarded secrets of beauty Beauty does not save the bird No dignity in cages Yearning for the cloud’s great secrets Cuts and stings and songs for freedom He offers honey and salt Though… Continue reading honey, salt, and sympathy
a plea for Beauty
I see you in the wholeness of edges I know you Still fighting to hold truth Tormented by your brethren, without whom you cannot exist Desecration has overtaken I miss you these days Found in reuination The corpse of tradition Somefind longing for a privileged past Most plea for decency in a universal future… Continue reading a plea for Beauty
Change
I asked my friends on Election Day, at 2 in the morning, when there was no longer any doubt of the outcome, to tell me this was all a nightmare; to tell me to wake up. To ask how I could move on learning what I learned from this election. One of my friends told… Continue reading Change
A letter to my white Austin liberals
We are all hurting right now. The events of the past few weeks have left many of us lost, broken, sad, angry, in shock, in disbelief. In short, grieving. White folks seem to be grieving in many cases for the loss of a way of life, of a country and nationalism that they grew… Continue reading A letter to my white Austin liberals
Letter for school- or how I went back to College
Strange, this. Writing about my life, as a poet, has often come easily to me. Telling you why I should be awarded financial aid has been a struggle. Assuredly there were hardships, extenuating circumstances, and to a point, my own poor decisions. I was a street kid for around six years. There was a period… Continue reading Letter for school- or how I went back to College
there is so much to say that i'm not sure there are words pain is consuming me to the point of agony stealing my joy holding my foot on the stool is misery necessary for creation? i don't know, but it certainly seems to help i long for the days when i was free free… Continue reading
A Thought in Two Parts
Part I And it is magnificent. The world that births us, that holds us in the crux of its veracity, That tends to each of us as we amplify the vibrations emitted from our deepest latitudes; To love, to honor, to cherish The permanence of transformation. This is the rectitude that I have held in… Continue reading A Thought in Two Parts
Rhie Azzam Morris 