I’ve been a paper boy, a short order cook, a line cook, a waiter, an event manager, a roller rink deejay, a stablehand, a substitute teacher, a college professor, a bike messenger, a grocery bagger, a caterer, a devliery driver, a warehouse manager, a journalist, a web developer and an engineering manager.

What is the brightness?

A poem about enshittification, written before I’d read Cory Doctorow’s essay and knew that’s what it is called.

He’s not a tame lion.

Do you want to be healed?

An ode to the voice of the lead singer for Idles.

Maybe it was the smile of a stranger across a crowded city bus.

Even certain lies are prayers.

“May we look upon our treasure, the furniture of our houses, and our garments, and try to discover whether the seeds of war have nourishment in these our possessions.” – John Woolman

Most days become feast days