Barbara Hamby: Ode to the ‘Messiah’, Thai Horror Movies, and Everything I Can’t Believe
When I decide to go to hear Handel’s Messiah in London
at the composer’s parish church, my husband says
he’d rather see a Thai horror movie, so we plan to meet later
at our favorite Moroccan lair
Adam Patric Miller: How (Not) to Wear a Keffiyeh to School
Fold the keffiyeh in a triangle, lift it to your face, lift your arms about your head holding the ends of the longest edge, then wrap it so the triangle covers your face, tie the long ends together behind your head, letting the patterns drape over your shoulders.
David Adès: I
I the stubbornness that brooks no argument,
I the prayer, I the lover, I the blessing and the curse,
I the question, I the answer,
Joseph Bathanti: Steady Daylight
Today in Heaven,
my father turned 105.
Finally working steady daylight
Jeffrey Harrison: Stalinesque
We don’t recognize our own country,
and our words don’t carry more than ten feet,
but the snippets that can still be made out
are all about the Emperor Felonius.
Abby Zimet: Cosmic Jokesters Buy Cesspool of Hate-mongering Psychopath Who Is Not Taking It Well
We salute the supremely ironic sale of Alex Jones’ vicious Infowars – now bankrupt thanks to the $1.4 billion he owes Sandy Hook families for claiming the massacre of their children was a hoax – to the satirical wise-acres of The Onion, working with those families.
Baron Wormser: The Wand
Like many born in the years after World War Two, I spent a portion of my childhood watching Disney cartoons on television and in the movie theater. One thrilling aspect … Continue reading
Barbara Hamby: Ode to Red and Speedy
Who can remember all the selves stuffed into the miraculous
sack of skin?
Abby Zimet: Their Lasting Legacy | Talk About A Shithole Country
Because things can always get weirder, the newest statue on the National Mall features a faux-bronze turd sitting on Nancy Pelosi’s desk
David Kirby: Shorty Boudreaux
He really was short.
He’d get on a box and disappear under the hood
and jump down half an hour later,
grinning and wiping his hands on a rag,
and ask me about school.
Barbara Crooker: Treadmill
We lift weights. We
feel great. We
do yoga. We
eat granola.
Sharon Fagan McDermott: I Dream of Kevin Bacon Playing Guitar to his Goats
and I ask him “why you, Kevin Bacon, why
are you in my dream? I’ve not even
watched Footloose all the way through.”
Video: Opulent Round Edible Object
A boy discovers a glitch which enables him to exchange cotton balls for cookies.
Abby Zimet: U.S. Attorney In Charge of Trump Almost Shooting Is Haitian-American
We love the smell of irony and karma in the morning.
