It took no time for Mike Johnson to establish a hefty carbon footprint as new Speaker of the House. In the first legislative act under his watch, his Republican majority last month … Continue reading →
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
Produced by Harvard University, this series of animations looks to poetry to explain what science renders dry and academic.
Commenced the ascent of the Blue Mountains.
A lovely morning; all hands delighted
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.
Planted here as we are, see how we want
to bow and sway with the motion of earth
in sky.
Maybe Bokonon had a point. Bokonon, for those not familiar, is a character in Kurt Vonnegut’s 1963 novel Cat’s Cradle. On a fictional Caribbean island, a holy man lives in the mountains. … Continue reading →
What ghostly messenger
was rattling away unseen
on the other side of the door?
The English department had fashioned itself after the kind of revelation the English Department could no longer provide. —from the poem “Berkley Hills Living” by Jessica Laser ~ The English … Continue reading →
I float on dreams that stretch
middle mississippi to machu picchu
What can we make of a design that shows up over and over in disparate cultures throughout history?
By the time I turn onto the highway toward home
it is fifteen years ago
and my father is sitting in his favorite chair