Alexis Rhone Fancher: Post Mortem
It’s the last time, I swear, except this time I mean it. The last time I mourn Kate so hard I don’t eat, unless you consider alcohol a meal. The last time I drive drunk the five miles to Chuck’s house, at midnight, despondent, disheveled, swigging Stoli…
Paul Christensen: The American Muse
We let the unresolved issues and crises that face us mount up beyond the poet’s window, as the writer gropes for a language in which to imagine something beyond the claustrophobic assumptions we have accepted as our grasp of the world.
Helen Caldicott: The Lessons We Still Haven’t Learned From Hiroshima and Nagasaki
The United States needs to rise to its full moral and spiritual height and lead the world to sanity and survival.
Michael Simms: Praise the Poet
Empires fall and buildings crumble, but songs and stories survive.
Mike Schneider: Rain-Father of Narcissism & the Inner Tyrant
Remembering Tony Hoagland (1953-2018)
Asadullah Haroon: 13 Years Without Trial at Guantanamo, My Hunger Strike Is All I Have Left
“Give me freedom or give me death.”
Danny Sjursen: Undercover Patriots
Trump, Tulsa, and the Rise of Military Dissent
Michael Simms: Bus
One afternoon at a bus stop in Ruston, Louisiana we picked up a single passenger, a huge man in a dirty plaid shirt, grease-stained khakis, and unlaced boots covered in mud.
Ari Honarvar: When Savoring a Pleasant Moment is a Radical Act
And then someone from another rooftop shouted a verse of Rumi’s poetry into the clear night air.
Paul Christensen: On Silence
I am possessed of a brooding spirit, some ominous angel who has landed on my shoulders, staring at my ear. It wants to know why I do not understand silence, the poetry of space.
Gerry LaFemina: Hive Mind
We’ve been talking about the muse up until this point, today—how I don’t believe in such a thing. This stings their sensibilities. The bee in the classroom is a happy distraction.
Ellena Savage: Selfish, grumpy and unkind? That’s my kind of woman
The characters I find thrilling are women who are absolutely not socialised or charitable or good.
Andrea Mazzarino: The War Zone Is America
A Military Spouse’s Perspective on Racism and Armed Violence in the United States
Paul Christensen: The Reluctant Summer
I could feel the rage building as I saw the nation writhe, then uncoil its wrath and take to the streets. I was demoralized to realize that my whole life had been lived in the twisted emotions of a country poisoned to its soul with racist hatred.
