I had the scariest dream the other night, about trying to sneak past a mob that was setting tents full of people on fire… it really made me think about where my instincts and emotional habits would lead me, if it really came to that.
I ended up writing a poem about the reflections this started. On the importance of keeping up with the January 6 Committee hearings, and not sticking your head in the sand, and not waiting until it’s your turn to be targeted by the rabid mobs, before you find your courage and stand up against fear and hatred.
fan poetry 