I can’t help but be in love
with the blissful light of lemonade at noon
And gazpacho in the evening
a slice of lime hanging by its wound
This motel decided to ban vegans and their mighty libido.
Then I became an erasure poem.
I want to book an early
morning flight, drive over
the hills, ride to the rescue
like John Wayne’s cavalry.
Israel’s blithe defiance of both world censure and ICJ rulings goes on apace.
And what luxury of looking,
knowing that you won’t be seen
by the milkmaid,
gaze fixed upon her task,
her eyes downcast
beneath a crisp white cap
How they wallop with softness,
how they soothe with the slow rush
of wind through the forest in your dog’s nose,
each follicle a pine to sing a contented song
Five days into our sea voyage and we are in a hazy, slightly coolish mid-day. It’s another day and a half before we slow down and head for Southampton, England. Can’t wait.
It is clear that the opposition is willing to risk sacrificing lower-wage construction and farm workers to the sun’s brutality as executives count the cash in air conditioned offices.
Frontline communities continue to pay for plastics—from production to pollution. Now advocates are trying to reach consensus on a global plastics treaty before it’s too late.
it’s almost time for today’s circadian alarm which is the same in Gaza as in Glendale, California. But not yet, Grasshopper, not yet.
Imminent drought, rising sea waters, destructive borders, a vanishing middle class, “smart drugs,” Big Pharma, privatized public schools and cities, and a governing body with the slogan “Make America Great Again.”
O wonder! O brave new world, that has such vegetables in it.
Non-animal foods are more than adequate sources of protein for everyone, including professional athletes.