Who will inherit
The warehouses
Of the dying?
Our newborn granddaughter is named Camilla
from Aeneid VII’s warrior maiden,
the speedy runner, skimming over wheat,
scouring the ocean, keeping her feet dry.
The slaves in the dark hold of the ship cannot climb out or go back to where things went wrong. There’s no light, no voice of comfort, just chaos and darkness where they have to find their own peace without the kindness of others.
Think back, some day,
to this dismembered city,
its sounds, squalor and dolor.
Donald Trump lost the 2020 election, but his populist ideas may continue to animate the Republican Party.
Amid a 2018 Turkish military campaign, Facebook ultimately sided with Turkey’s demand to block the page of a mostly Kurdish militia. “I am fine with this,” Sandberg wrote.
A Discussion with Anne Feeney & Utah Phillips
U.S. Quakers have launched an Israeli arms exports database to help Palestinian victims of “battle proven” weapons and other activists track Israel’s deadly contributions to human rights abuses around the world.
If we do succeed in destroying ourselves, it seems increasingly likely that it will be by fire, whether the accelerating heating of the globe over decades, or a nuclear conflagration any time we choose. The good news, the flame of hope, is that we still have time — at least 100 seconds — to prevent it.
I saw the cell where the Jesuit priest Maximilian Kolbe starved to near death as he attended to nine others, all Jews. He was later executed. The space isn’t bigger than my walk-in closet.
Here’s to the blood that wasn’t shed,
That still courses through hearts and
untroubled heads—
The center of America is not Washington, D.C. The center of America is the neighborhoods where 330 million Americans are raising their kids and trying to put food on the table and trying to love their neighbor. That’s the center of America.
“What could be more exceptional, more laudable, than seeking a lasting global peace?”
We will look back at the last of the sunflowers leaning so low, and we’ll recall the “end times,” swooning at the way the brown sky infiltrated houses