Day 270.

Been trying to write for days. About occupation, liberation, love, loss, and longing. About watching a movement unfold, participating in conversations that would not be happening were it not for these people, sleeping and living in a plaza downtown.

But I'm tired, and my back hurts, and I've had things to do, people to make my life feel happy and full. I haven't been able to turn that down to sit down and write. I've needed that. I've needed joy and rest and simplicity.

So I'll write, soon. Soon. Soon.

Day 269.

Day 268.

Day 267.

I dreamed last night that I finally took the stage at Occupy Oakland. Even in my dream, the echoes of the human mic were there.

Day 266.

A lot to say about Occupy Oakland and other things, but I am tired, so it will have to wait.

Day 265.

Going out there again.

Day 264.

sound cannons? is that what they were?
no wonder i was crying, instantly, amidst tear gas
and guns i recognized as guns, but different
knowing the bullets were rubber, meant to terrify
not meant to kill, but to control.