Baron Wormser: What Nurtures Us, What Diminishes Us
Poetry is the remembrance and avowal of loss and is accordingly pushed aside.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Letter to the Others in the Dark
I am writing not to send you light,
but to let you know you are not alone
in the darkness. I am here, too,
scribbling with no sight, no certainty
Ryan Eckes: memo for labor
you cannot separate the job from the house from the rent from the earth from the food from the healthcare from the water from the transit from the war from … Continue reading
Video: Dear Philadelphia
With the help of their family, friends, and faith, three fathers unravel the incomparable partnership of forgiveness and community in North Philadelphia.
John Paul Lederach: Why movements need to learn to fly like bees and thread like spiders
For insights into building a broad-based pro-democracy movement take inspiration from nature.
Amy Lowell: Lilacs
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
Abby Zimet: Dungeons and Aliens
People grabbed at court, guys chased and pummeled at Home Depot, women cuffed as their kids cry, crowds shouting in rage. A guy on the ground, piled on by thugs, screams, “I’m an American!” Brown workers at a car wash are dragged off past two dazed white workers.
Al Ortolani: Two Poems
I imagined my mother by a fishpond
with garden rocks and submerged reeds,
a pool stocked with orange comets,
fantails, and spotted carp.
Adam Patric Miller: A Teacher’s End of the Year Reflection
I can choose to motivate students by manipulating their fear of grades or I can subvert their ideas about grades and inspire them to learn because a good human being becomes a better human being when they are learning for real.
Shaheen Dil: From Letters to my Younger Self
Today my three-card spread says there’s a Twinkie in my future again
Emanuel Fabian: Israeli Settlers Beat American to Death in Illegally Occupied West Bank
US State Department said it was “aware of reports of the death of a US citizen in the West Bank.”
Mike Schneider: Three Hats
When Oddjob flings his bowler
in Goldfinger, it leaps from his hand
& sails like a frisbee across a meadow
& hovers, or seems to, as in a dream
Lola Haskins: Field Notes
You were born breathing water.
Grown, you push your prey from the air
into the basket of your legs
o angel bright as grass
hovering above the red flowers.
