Dawn Potter: A Small Celebration of Baron Wormser and Teresa Carson
Lived-Time, Art-Time, and Friendship
Michael Simms: The northern forests are burning
Here, 500 miles away
Smoke hangs over our valley
Video: Julia Watson | How to build a resilient future using ancient wisdom
In her global exploration of Indigenous design systems, architect Julia Watson researches enduring innovations that could help us counter the challenges of climate change.
Paul Laurence Dunbar: We Wear the Mask
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
Rebecca Gordon: Yes, We Have Home-Grown Fascists
Are Queer People the New Jews?
Richard Foerster: Grindadráp, 9/12/21
How tidy the aftermath of today’s slaughter,
how precise the tally, a record: 1428
slick hulls, black as polished onyx
Matthew J. Parker: A Junkie By Any Other Name
I was a junkie for 20-odd years, ten of which I spent locked up – one fed beef and four (Arizona) state, all drug-related. To feed my habit, I chose to shoplift. A lot.
Carol Moldaw: Road Trip to Planned Parenthood
Only one hazmat-suited
protester outside the two-block buffer zone
shouldered a sign stapled to a plywood cross
that proclaimed a woman’s regret inevitable.
Baron Wormser: On Moral Grounds
One can be humbled into silence and one can be humbled into words. Or one can feel both—the silence that underlies the words.
Video: Exposing Perdue’s Petaluma Poultry
Seventeen chickens were just liberated from the Petaluma Poultry slaughterhouse in Sonoma County as hundreds of activists gathered outside to bear witness as part of the Animal Liberation Conference.
Elizabeth Romero: Dear Michael
No, no this is important.
This is the dust.
These are the ashes.
And every molecule has a name.
John Keats: When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain
Valerie Segrest: The Many Lives of Water
Water has a living spirit and holds memories from the beginning of time.
Majid Naficy: Dublin
Tomorrow we go to Blarney Castle
To kiss the Irish stone of eloquence.
But tonight in our warm bed
In memory of James Joyce and Nora
We will chase each other
