I don’t believe we can stitch together
only scraps of beauty, squares of light.
The day you passed away, I stumbled
along icy sidewalks, searching for any
sign of you
As climate change fractures communities, folklorists help stitch them back together.
Is it true the distance between atoms
is proportionate to the distance between stars
and the world we know is mostly empty space?
In the backyard of our house on Norwood,
there were five hundred steel cages lined up,
each with a wooden box
roofed with tar paper
It’s easier to be against something than to be for something, particularly since any ideal is bound to have flaws.
You are the rosemary I add to the soup:
how you pressed pungent bristles
between thumb and finger
In this extraordinary talk, Elva and Stranger move through a years-long chronology of shame and silence, and invite us to discuss the omnipresent global issue of sexual violence in a new, honest way.
Relentless
as the urge that also blooms in us—
to find the things that bring us alive,
and open ourselves fully to them, never
giving up
Each of us is a struck bell that still reverberates. Walk down the street, and everyone who passes you is echoing inside.
The Environmental Protection Agency announced it would regulate two forms of PFAS contamination under Superfund laws reserved for “the nation’s worst hazardous waste sites.”
Honeybees spend their busy day
hovering among the lavender
with constant co-workers for company.
the emcee said at the start
of the evening, “Here we are killing
sadness,” and the music did take the sting
out of the night
A growing number of courageous and creative people are showing that unarmed civilian protection is far superior to any smart or dumb weapon.