Derrick Z. Jackson: Here’s why Pete Hegseth’s war on the Endangered Species Act is so misguided
The administration argues that it needs exemptions to the Endangered Species Act to extract more oil from the Gulf of Mexico when it’s already extracting record amounts.
Robinson Jeffers: Ocean
The gray whales are going south: I see their fountains
Rise from black sea: great dark bulks of hot blood
Plowing the deep cold sea to their trysting-place
Helen Benedict: Two Different Wars, Two Different Presidents, But the Same Lies
Weapons that don’t exist. Threats that aren’t real. Freedom for women. Total victory in only a few weeks. All this we heard in 2003 and are hearing again now.
James Crews: It’s Good to Be Here,
I say out loud, to give the words
the physical presence they deserve
in the warm bakery with us, this place
we’ve been coming for years now.
Will Glovinsky: Basic income’s appeal today is similar to its roots in 18th‑century England – it’s a way to compensate people for a common good taken for private gain
The rich who control AI are getting richer. Other people’s fortunes are in decline. To prevent mass hunger and political chaos, we will need a new system: a basic guaranteed income.
Penelope Moffet: Simple As / Inexplicable / Moondust
I want rescue
but also wonder
what I’ll see
if I stay out to dawn.
Marianne Dhenin: Nurses Forge Alliances to Protect Patients From Trump’s Immigration Crackdown
“The idea was to build a rapid response team that is specific for the hospital.”
Sean Sexton: No cause to count on mercies of the Earth
Yet a heifer finds a hollow,
penumbra of shade where the cold
couldn’t reach. She forages there
a little while, prospers.
Eric Ross: Forever War (Yet Again!)
The Price of Empire and the Costs of War on Iran
Christine Rhein: Poem for Lisel Mueller
I’ve turned toward dream again, endless steps,
sky without voice, as though the music of birds,
or my mother singing, never happened.
Rose Mary Boehm: The Matthew Passion
How I once cried with the crucified Christ,
how I suffered the agonized night of Gethsemane,
how I waved that palm leaf,
how I felt the betrayal of Judas
and the foreboding of the last supper.
William Butler Yeats: Easter, 1916
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
Jodi Vandenberg-Daves: The Minneapolis protests recall a long lineage of women’s peace movements
We saw in Minneapolis what we’ve long seen in U.S. peace movements: Women bringing innovation, moral clarity, caregiving and an insistence on justice.
Jose Padua: What I Keep Coming Back To
watching her lean forward,
tilted like a bell about to ring,
to shake hands with the man
who always panhandled there
