Doralee Brooks: Three Poems
Carmen, the shop assistant, slender and kinetic as a twig in wind,
scrubs my hair. Says how she waxes herself, down there.
Barbara Crooker: Treadmill
We lift weights. We
feel great. We
do yoga. We
eat granola.
Adam Patric Miller: The New Normal
The answer to the threats, the bullets, the bombs, the bombast of our politicians, is contained in the act of educating young people to think for themselves and to see the fragile humanity of people.
Video: White Grass
In Mongolia, 10 year old Munkhjargal dreams of following in her father’s footsteps as a horse trainer. Unfortunately, her entire way of life is threatened by an increasingly common phenomenon … Continue reading
Olivia Rosane: World Bank Leads Development Giants in Investing $2.27 Billion in Factory Farms
Factory farming is a leading driver of greenhouse gas emissions, deforestation, biodiversity loss, animal cruelty, and water pollution.
Valerie Bacharach: Crows
Some days I don’t know what to do with this rage I carry.
Jewish Voice for Peace: Divest from death. Invest in life.
You can tell what a society’s priorities are by how it spends its resources.
Robert Okaji: Nothing of Heaven
How must we interpret
such change, feelings sorted and filed
into separate chambers, like people
herded into showers, like bullets
in the air seeking flesh.
Jean Toomer: Harvest Song
My ears are caked with dust of oat-fields at harvest-time.
Video: A Personal Plea for Humanity at the US-Mexico Border
“This isn’t about kids and borders,” Juan Enriquez says. “It’s about us. This is about who we are, who we the people are, as a nation and as individuals.”
Laurence Musgrove: Healing
Have you ever thought
that you weren’t healing
as fast as you thought
you should
Sally Bliumis-Dunn: Week One
She is fine like a ringlet of fiddlehead fern
before it unfurls in the summer forest
Ruth Muskrat Bronson: Two Poems
If you could know the empty ache of loneliness,
Masked well behind the calm indifferent face
Of us who pass you by in studied hurriedness
Gary Fincke: The Doctrine of Signatures
my mother’s heart
Winding down while I thought of petals
Red and sugared as a lover’s gift
