Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.
Let them, in their fixation,
make one song from a thousand bodies.
There was a room in Antwerp I loved so much
I never filled it with books, a bed, or a table.
It was alive with its own clarity
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…
“It sort of is curious, a man works for us, and yet they’re highly thought of, and nobody likes me,” Trump said. “It can only be my personality.” Yes. Yes, it is
The goal should be climate resilience and mitigation that helps empower local communities, indigenous peoples and workers while diminishing market power of oligopolies in agribusiness that drives social and environmental standards towards a race to the bottom.