He was a kind and gentle old fellow with a smudged face and scruffy beard. On his best days he appeared as tarnished and weather-beaten as his tin pie pan still does even now.
For Indigenous people in the U.S., food is considered a sacred gift. Healthy and bountiful produce is received when we care for the land.
Send me a heart of gratitude for this long afternoon
of goldenrod light falling across my typewriter
and a sky so blue I want to bite it like an apple.
The Rule of Engagement, along with the coat and tie dress code, was one of the university’s two unbreakable traditions. It involved saying “Hi!” to everyone you encountered, or – if that person were first to greet you – responding in kind. I was taken aback at first, not so much by the idea of saying hello to a stranger crossing campus, but by the mindset that required me to say it, and say it, and say it again, all day long, no matter my mood and no matter who it was coming up alongside me.
At the Federalist Society’s 40th anniversary gala, 2,000 aging, fearful, sectarian dinosaurs in tuxes and ball gowns applauded their sordid work holding back the tides of change and time.
No woman
can resist a man who cooks for them,
my brother said. It’s your only hope to find love
The federal judge lambasted Florida officials’ argument that “professors enjoy ‘academic freedom’ so long as they express only those viewpoints of which the state approves.”
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They have left the city
and their blind games
under the white bone of the sun
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I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
Also in the higher dimensions, everybody is lying except Trump, Liz Cheney does not have more balls than the entire Freedom Caucus combined, and Mike Pence can think about sex…
After my father’s death, my mother kept talking to him.
We looked among orchard trees and beyond
Where she took arms against her shadow,
Or harried unto the pond
The lazy geese