The results could be catastrophic, especially in states that have experienced unprecedented fires in recent years.
as the late noise of traffic, of shrill birdsong,
dies away, do I always recall
those brief summers, when the old folks
reclined in the grass on the hill
What if the GDP was really made up of birdsong,
the limitless arithmetic of joy?
As oceans warm and creatures die,
the billionaires from glassed-in offices demand
Drill, Baby, Drill.
The world is upside down.
On Wednesday nights, my brothers and I sometimes hiked a mile or so north further from Detroit, into the stretched world of Bigger—bigger lawns, cars, houses. Some neighborhoods even had … Continue reading →
earth will have her own way with hunger
green springing up devouring light
roots singing down into darkness
How every vanishing enters me
like a bomb not yet tripped, but ready to go.
Most of all, I want to believe I can keep you alive.
Around the U.S., progressive candidates are preparing to run for office and push for a liberal opposition that lives up to its ideals.
You can till the earth,
hoe the rows, but each seed is an act of belief
that somehow in the dark something
is happening:
Food is culture, food is life — it’s part of who we are and the magic that binds us together. But here’s the twist: the way we eat is pushing … Continue reading →
Lilacs perfume the city air. Smoke from wildfires
turns sunsets glorious. Talons tear the breast of the dove.
The world changes. The world doesn’t change.
Like that day I sat in the yard
under the braids of summer light,
reading, weighing thought
against thought for what was right
or what was wrong
Half of the world’s mangroves are in danger of disappearing. Ensuring their survival is essential to Caribbean resistance movements.
The World According to Donald Trump