I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing.
“One of our secrets is that we don’t want to be rich or even admired. We just want to keep working, be respected and continue to have some fun attacking the system.”— Guerilla Girls
“I am here to do good. I am not a destructive person. Every strong woman in history has had to walk down a similar path. It’s the strength that causes the confusion and the fear: ‘Why is she strong? Where did she get it from? Where is she taking it? Where is she going to use it?’”— Diana Frances Spencer
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
-Sylvia Plath, Mushrooms 🍄
Moving masses.
Water in your hands.
In rainbows.
Green arrow.