Auribus Teneo Lupum

The name of the game is experimentation. So here we go...

Launched an idea today: The Lander Collective Action Network.

(Hopefully) Nothing to lose. Everything to gain.

"Intelligence" Work

Anyone in the mood for some dark comedy about being an American? If so, this one may be for you:

Feral Girls Camp

From one of my favorite people (the one who sent us a holiday card featuring her and her son walking butt ass naked away from the camera underneath the words, "Eat a bag of dicks, 2016!"), comes... 

It's shaping up to be everything you would expect and want it to be: fearless, bold, creative, empowering, fun, relevant, wild.

What's not to love?! I'll tell you:

If you are anywhere within spitting, crawling, or driving distance of Oregon, please do yourself and me the favor of showing up for this genius move with bells on. 

Album Covers

1. Up-And-Coming Music Legends

2. 90's Rap Album

3. Finnish Metal Band

4. Woke Mashup

5. Indie Boy Band 

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Same Same, But Different

As I marvel at my brothers taking wing, each resplendent in his own plumage, poems by this older sister strike a resonate chord...

Brother

You jaywalked your way out of the womb.
I would recognize you anywhere 

by the hiccup in your swagger. Tell me, 

where in the world did you find all that thunder?

There have never been any seat belts on your side of the car.
You have always known the better magic tricks.
You told me once that I was just the first draft, 

and I’m inclined to believe you, but you came 

with a lot more pieces to assemble and 

Mom​ and Dad never got the manual.

Your compass always points north. 

But it's a bit of a crapshoot as to whether or not 

you'll ever really walk in that direction. I like that. 

It keeps people on their toes.

On the merry-go-round of your life, the carousal ponies 

are all narwhals. Their horns point straight up.
The day they build you a constellation, it will be 

the entire F Train spread across the Milky Way.
You will be a satellite that dips in and out of every car 

the moment the train comes to a stop, pissing off 

everybody on the subway platform, and kicking up 

stardust in your wake. You can solve a Law & Order 

episode before the first commercial break.

Once, when you were seven, you came into the kitchen 

and asked Mom, Does my name begin with the letter P 

because P is the sixteenth letter of the alphabet and 

I was born on June sixteenth, and is Sarah just Sarah 
because S is nineteenth letter of the alphabet 
and she was born on the nineteenth day of June?

And when Mom said no, you nodded your head 

and left the room mumbling to yourself, 

Okay. Just salt and pepper then.

You are my favorite stick of dynamite.
You are the opposite of a rubber band.
There are so many things I would tell you 

if I thought that you would listen 

and so many more that you would tell me 

if you believed I would understand.

I hope you know that you were never meant to wear my shadow.
In fact, I’m the one who always steals your shoes. 

But is that my sweatshirt you’re wearing? 

It’s okay, you can keep it. I won't tell your secret.
In fact, it really does look better on you.

A Kurdish Gentlemen's Club

With the aim of promoting a counterpoint view of Iraq, a handful Kurdish men have banded together to form Mr. Erbil, a sartorialist club that promotes progressive social change.

With around thirty core members and roots in the Kurdish tradition of affendi, these well-coiffed dandies are working to change the messaging from the Middle East around women's rights and to rise above the war that has defined their homeland.

Nudges For The Heart

And some hotties. And a love story. And Lizzo.

(Happy Valentines Day)

Strange Bird

A story about Muslims and tamales in Wyoming.

(and the artwork of Michelle Morin)

Savasana

Quickening to Incarnation

Known and unknown rest,
One within the other.

Terror rolls in like fog 
And burns off in the heat of twin suns.

Rooting to rise 
We lay down our bones
To nourish what's to come.


Tidal Breath

Waves crash,
Wash up the beach
And retreat again

Energy without effort
Turning stone to sand, 

Giving itself up
To the nature of the world.


I Will Not Die On That Hill

Or any other.

Not on some slope
Between here and there--

Too undignified to
Be called a mountain,

Too much the upstart to
Be considered a rise.