A-bomb is how it begins with a big bang on page
one, a calculator of sorts whose centrifuge
begets bedouin, bamboozle, breakdance, and berserk,
one of my mother’s favorite words, hard knock
clerk of clichés that she is
I find myself experiencing three versions of that ultimate story: that of my own fall; that of my country; and that of an increasingly overheating planet as a habitable place for us all.
Though, at this moment,
Men are screaming in prisons,
There are jazzmen raising storms
Of sensuous celebration
Israel is able to perpetrate this violence against them thanks to the international impunity and support it continues to enjoy, especially from the United States, Canada, and the European Union.
Fiore Longo: The Maasai Are Under Attack in the Name of Conservation | ‘This Is Our Land, and We Won’t Leave’
We can no longer turn a blind eye to human rights abuses committed in the name of conservation.
On the wall is a map of places, the so-called explorers
— Mungo Park and the rest of them —
Discovered. But did they know
Of my longing to kiss you tonight?
In a country nobody can locate
on the map, the birds
migrate to the north
with the ashes of trees on their wings
My father lived in the land
where your son lies unburied,
now wasted by fire once again,
my kin were slaughtered there,
It is urgent to end the war in Ukraine. But to achieve this goal, “Russia Out Now” is a better slogan than “Diplomacy Now.”
She is one of that generation the heroes fought
And died for, inheritors of prim suburban homes
Purchased by the drowned
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm
Comes a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
What I Can Still Love about My Embattled Country (and World)
Do not think the knowledge you presently possess is changeless, absolute truth. Avoid being narrow-minded and bound to present views. Learn and practice non-attachment from views in order to be open to receive others’ viewpoints.