Each morning
I wake
in the shape
of an ancient
song
an elegy for a child or parent or sibling
or friend who’s died at the hand
of the enemy whose God is the same
monotheistic deity with a different name
oh Danny boy
who is no more
he whom I loved
The film is adapted from a 2017 book of the same name by David Grann, and it chronicles the murders of Osage people in the 1920s in order to steal their oil wealth.
Over 420 children a day are killed or injured, roughly one every 10 minutes; over 2,000 children are missing under the rubble, and likely dead; 70% of the dead are children and women…
Hamas is annihilationist…. But they aren’t a regional power, don’t outnumber us, and don’t have nearly the military capabilities of the IDF. What they did on October 7 was horrific. But they aren’t building gas chamber or lining us up in front of pits.
Only the children, terrified, wide-eyed,
have no complicity as we lead them, again,
sacrificial lambs to the slaughter.
From soil, the wrist and fingers are not bloom and stamen,
although the child that first found the rising tarsals
thought them something for picking.
No one thought this could happen
in America,
except the Jews. We have always known
I can’t stop thinking about classrooms
bedrooms pets toys strawberry patches
altars bent skillets spatulas. The skirts
of little girls. The pink. I can’t stop thinking.
This is a body enfleshed,
like yours. This is a body
broken, like mine.
in April you told my students
a poem starts anywhere one
small drop of water traveling
The Syrian architect Mohamad Hafez received a one-way ticket to the United States. Missing his homeland, he decided to create a stand-in, sculpting life-like miniatures of the Damascus cityscape he had left behind.
Numerous staff members have had interactions in the last week and a half that left them feeling as though any criticism of Israel’s U.S.-backed onslaught in Gaza, which has killed roughly 3,450 Palestinians, will not be tolerated.