Alexis Rhone Fancher: The Girl in the Photo
She’s been damaged. Life’s out of control; there are no good options. The girl in the photo wants to let go, to quit this life and choose another…
Jianqing Zheng: Dreaminations
[…] young woman with a basket in her hand walking down the road, her long skirt swaying like sunlight rustling with shriveled leaves. Is she taking lunch to her husband harvesting cotton or going berry picking in the woods?
Derrick Z. Jackson: Trump Throws Red Meat to His Base (and Everyone Else)
Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s new dietary guidelines promoting saturated fats is a recipe for disaster
Robert Hayden: Those Winter Sundays
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Video: Bruce Springsteen | Streets Of Minneapolis
This is the song heard round the world.
Video: Maneuvers
“Maneuvers (Manöver)” is an experimental animation combining skiing with stop-motion animation.
James Crews: The Slightest Kindness
We were walking the icy streets,
talking about the ways our country
has betrayed us again—promises
unkept, laws broken beyond repair.
Andrea Mazzarino: The United States of Consumption
Our Trash and Our Lives, Here and Abroad
Chris Walker: Immigrant Children Lead Uprising at Texas Detention Center
An uprising broke out at an immigrant jail in southern Texas on Saturday, with around 1,000 immigrants detained in the facility — many of them children — chanting “Libertad” and “Let us go,”
Sarah van Gelder: After the Devastation of Trump’s First Year, These Popular Rebellions Offer Hope
After the Devastation of Trump’s First Year, These Popular Rebellions Offer Hope
Jon Queally: 149 House Democrats Vote to Hand Trump $840 Billion for Military
“If an opposition party votes like this, it’s not in opposition. It may not even be a party.”
William Blake and Catherine Boucher: Four Images from The First Book of Urizen
The globe of life-blood trembled
Branching out into roots:
Fib’rous, writhing upon the winds:
Fibres of blood, milk and tears
Chard deNiord: Meadow Altar
So, he spoke
to his horses, now loosed from the wagon and grazing
nearby with heads bowed to the fescue and rye,
as if also praying, which, of course, they had no need
to do, blessed and saved as they were already
