What remains of you?
After they shot your head through
3 shots. Echoing.
Pop.Pop.Pop.
agaisnt a cold January sky.

After they tried to claim you with words of hate.
And their terrible lies.

“I repeated and scribbled until it picked its way”

Blood on the snow will wash away.
You body will turn to dust.

“Stagnates somewhere I can’t point to anymore”

But these remain.
The words your wrote.

“Maybe my gut” 

Submitted for a prize.
The jurors liked it,they did.

“Maybe somewhere between my pancreas and large intestine “

You were selected.
And they published it.

“The piddly brook of my soul”

Those words remain speaking to me
Though you have already departed.
Soul severed violently from your body 
What remains of you?
After they shot your head through

“life is merely

to ovum and sperm

and where those two meet

and how often and how well

and what dies there.”

(perhaps I would never have come across them without this tragedy, but somehow they seem familiar to me) 

Some piece of you remains
Still Speaking.
Truth.

Say Her Name:
Renee Nicole Good

An attempt this am at a weave poem.

Renee Nicole Good was shot, Jan 7, 2026, in her neighborhood in Minneapolis, MN by heavily armed federal immigration officers. For basically just being there to witness their activities,

The government spins lies and propaganda.

But the videos are out there.

The truth is out there.

This must be what it felt like to live in Boston just after March 5, 1770, after British soldiers shot Crispus Attucks, a young teenage black boy who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A matter of timing. Our lives are just a matter of timing, aren’t they? How close have we been to a car accident without knowing it, or some other fatal event.

In 2020 Renee Nicole Mucklin submitted a poem to the America Academy of poets, and it won! This is a huge deal for poets who often labor in futility and shadows.

These are her words. Share them so others see them:

On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs