Frida Garza: The US wants to cut food waste in half. We’re not even close.
Americans waste more than 300 pounds of food per person per year.
George Yancy: Why the Right Is Wrong About Critical Race Theory
The right wing has tried to distort critical race theory. This Black History Month, let’s reflect on what it really is.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: The Partners
After thirty years, she knows
he will speak with his mouth full.
He knows her stomach will gurgle
in the silence before they sleep.
Sydney Lea: Hush
Does it make any sense to say I heard dead silence? No matter. I’ll simply declare that I’ve never known such quiet in the sixty years I’ve roamed these woods and hills.
Majid Naficy: Ah, Los Angeles
I am at peace with you.
Waiting without fear
I lean back against the bus post.
And I become lost
In the sounds of your midnight.
Abe Louise Young: Calling from the Homeless Camp
On Tenderness, Expulsion and Mutual Aid
William C. Anderson: In Fighting Fascism, We Must Choose Our Battles Wisely
We must decide between what’s worth fighting about and what’s not the best use of our time.
Julia Conley: AOC Says Democrats Must Be ‘Brawlers for the Working Class’ to Counter Trumpism
The Democratic Party must abandon its allegiance to the billionaire class, the congresswoman asserted.
Noelle Canin: War Watching
I know what blood looks like, she said.
I know what a home looks like
after a bomb.
Robert Cording | Notes: August, 2020, Whidbey Island
Some days all of America—the whole messy idea of it—
seems to be right here, the military meeting
the idyllic so casually.
Anita Hofschneider: Deb Haaland, America’s first Native Cabinet secretary, considers her legacy
Four years later, as Haaland’s tenure ends, her presence in the Interior Department has led to greater collaboration with tribal nations and broader awareness of America’s crimes against its Indigenous peoples.
Video: Local One
Local One takes us into the first days of the strike at two Amazon warehouses in New York City, this time in solidarity with hundreds more workers across the country.
Ann Fisher-Wirth: Two Inaugural Poems
Before I lived in the South I had never
smelled road kill, that sweet sick
that climbs inside your nostrils
and colonizes your brain, so had never
thought about vultures.
Desne A. Crossley: Rolling in the Aisle
In Nashville in 1950, my mother boarded a city bus. She didn’t go to the back. She didn’t act like her place was the outermost fringe of a world ruled by whites.
