All the mothers and children, who were having such a hard time, the children, it wasn’t fair, who needed SNAP and how the store wanted to serve them too, but they hadn’t received approval yet.
One day the jars will break, and the memories will merge into a single oily puddle, which I shall enter, as into fire.
I’d really like to tell you everything
but there in the cities we once fully trusted
white noise dominates
We must loudly proclaim our right to feel safe, to be free from hunger and assured of our healthcare and shelter.
I am like a child who has wandered off
and doesn’t know the way back,
or an old man, disoriented, not even alarm
crossing the blank canvas of his face.
Is a poem a teaspoon of salt in the ocean,
one grain of sand placed carefully
on a turret of the castle
just before the wave rushes in?
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A flutterer in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
The martyred heroes’ tales recounted in this book are sorely needed now when the survival of our planet is at stake.
Mamdani’s win is a historic victory for the left over a powerful, moneyed coalition of forces that aimed to defeat him.
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown…
We now live in a country that’s being run both with bad intent, and unintentionally badly.
Other people were getting married and buying cars,
but not me, and I wasn’t even looking for Truth,
just some kind of minor grip on the whole enchilada
Brutality has become ICE’s signature policy. Trump’s “barbed-wire” signature has dictated the ungodly means and ungodly ends of what rapidly has become the Trumpian version of the Nazi Gestapo and the Communist NKVD.
When finally we got our own TV, the evening news
with its hooded figures of the Ku Klux Klan
seemed like another movie