MAGA is Killing Us: Self-Indulgent Anger Poems of Angry Middle Age, is a poetry collection written from the standpoint of delivering raw, unfiltered poems in a variety of styles forged in the crucible of middle age. This is born from political exhaustion, and relentless reflection. This is not a call to arms, it's a scream into the void, a fist raised against apathy, and a confession scribbled in the margins of democracy.

With clarity sharpened by experience and a voice tempered by time, we navigate the dissonance of being a well-educated, leftist leaning person in a nation increasingly held hostage by Christian nationalism, white faux grievance, and manufactured nostalgia. These poems wrestle with helplessness, fury, and the aching question: why do they think they should rule us all?

This book is written as a middle finger to Trump, Vance, Musk, Johnson, Taylor-Greene, Bannon, Bezos, Zuck, and all the other sycophants and enablers that spend their days hoarding wealth like Smaug, sucking value from the world.
Beneath the bitterness contained within lies a current of hope, hope that growth is still possible, that truth still matters, and that art can be both outlet and weapon. These are the writings of someone who won't stop reassessing, won't stop writing, and refuses to go quietly.

To be clear if Black Lives mattering, clean water, fair wages, unvarnished history, class warfare, Socialism, Leftism, Trans folk, LGBTQ], pushing back against the moral (faux) majority is what you stand against, this book isn't for you; although I'd hope you'd take a moment and open it up and maybe, just maybe, admit that you're wrong. I'm tired, and these works are a product of that fatigue. We could be so much better, if we'd just stop putting a price on dignity.