Entangled Roots Press. (And incidentally, this particular work is on sale.)
Stop reaching into the blackness, expecting to encounter the same thing every time. That is only our ignorance and lack of imagination. It's not black, it's the vast unknown, and we learn to be at peace with it. We break things all down to black and white. We want this to be easy. It will not be easy. We want to know there are options. Good options. Options that will leave us feeling satisfied and comfortable. There are not always good options. We want to believe that we have control over what happens to our mother, our children, our home. We want to have certainty and control, and so we confuse audacity with hubris. We reach into the black assuming we'll find just what we need to fight the machine, the beast, the devil, but that is rarely the case. Smell that smoke? If we're not careful, we're liable to be burned. Might be burned either way. So let us stop and sit a while. Consider, among all that is showered in light before our eyes, what needs to be done. Who is hungry and can be fed?