If you’re not fearful right now,you’re not paying attention,but is that the best way to be?It’s very appealing to mesometimes…
The oppressedWill riseIt’s an inevitable truthYears it may takeBut an uprising will come through
The sun blanketed body, so out of place near the farm,spine curved, not quite supine, dried shit stained pantsturned to the…
Nancy is an activist poet and the Associate Editor of Liberated Voices
It falls upon the children, like ash in Adelaide HillsHope falls upon them, they allowed visas to come
Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go… What does my death matter, if through us…
Why? Because this is our final chance.If everything doesn’t turn around right nowit will be too late.If…
The dream of money blanked out the beach sound,all the cardboard in the world went back to trees,the competition said, “It’s not…
