If life were like a perfume commercial I’d be spending even more time than I already do gazing pensively into the distance the top buttons of my shirt undone my … Continue reading →
Columbine. Virginia Tech. Fort Hood. Sandy Hook. Orlando. Las Vegas. Each deadly shooting rampage sends shockwaves through the country. We grieve. We get angry. Time and again, irate and bereaved … Continue reading →
for Kenneth Patchen When the sky opens up I hurry for the bus shelter hoping for some kind of asylum. I’ve nowhere to be and today I just want … Continue reading →
If I could be half-blind with reverie, or bathed breast-deep in seas of times gone by, perhaps I could express all that you gave to me, or whisper worlds into … Continue reading →
I was 6 years old when 9/11 happened. I don’t remember a lot. I don’t remember what the news was reporting. I don’t even remember how or if my parents … Continue reading →
Donald Trump seems addicted to violence. It shapes his language, politics and policies. He revels in a public discourse that threatens, humiliates and bullies. He has used language as a … Continue reading →
. Don Yorty says about this post: I had never heard Muriel Rukeyser’s voice before I began to make a vimeo of her reading her poem The Speed of Darkness, … Continue reading →
. . . stairs for the void running down to the garden ─ Wisława Szymborska . From fallen fence to ragged tree line, on late September afternoons, each stiff knee-high … Continue reading →
Changing the food system is the most important thing humans can do to fix our broken carbon cycles. Meanwhile, food security is all about adaptation when you’re dealing with crazy … Continue reading →
Trump may be living in the past with his ideas and policies, but they are 100% 21st century GOP. It seems as if the pace of Trump Administration abominations is … Continue reading →
Each day’s a train bound for Calgary, St. Paul, Santa Fe, its flickering windows a foreign film. The doors will never open. But the tracks will beckon. You’ll lay your … Continue reading →
A friend of mine recently returned from working at a Syrian refugee camp in Greece. He can barely speak of his experience. All he can say is he feels he … Continue reading →
A Concise History of Environmental Racism and Justice in the US I never knew the Anacostia River in Washington, D.C to be anything other than disgusting. My family would joke … Continue reading →
The night of her diagnosis
I dreamed her white spiral
like a small galaxy
that rose away