Video: Whatever moves is alive
In this haunting animated lyric. the world is seen through the eyes of a child.
Tony Gloeggler: Magnitude
the first time he ran to me, grabbed
my hand when I picked him up
at school, the first morning
he walked into our Brooklyn
bedroom to cuddle between us
Robbi Nester: Delicious
For me,
love has to rise like bread dough, worked until
it has a tender crumb. It’s not simple, though maybe
simplicity might come, if I work hard enough.
Wayne Hsiung: Four Takeaways from the Shocking Conviction in the Beagle Rescue Trial
Beagle rescuers may soon join the laboratory dogs in being trapped in a cage.
Liz Theoharis: American Nero
The Immoral Politics of Authoritarianism and the Bible
Ma Yongbo: A Dream at the Beginning of Winter (English & Chinese)
The broad leaves of the sycamore tree fall onto the small car,
once all the leaves have fallen, the car’s colour turns white,
receiving signals from the stars of the departed
Video: A Bear Remembers
A local boy is trying to find the source of the mysterious sound that haunts his village. When he shares his footage with an old woman it sparks memories of an ancient bear spirit that roamed the hills during her childhood.
Sean Sexton: Elysium
I am ready, like Basho — to turn away
from beauty today as he once refused to
consider Mt Fuji, stark in the distance,
one more time — not to be bothered by
the ineluctable.
Michael Simms: Charities I Recommend
There are thousands of worthwhile charities in the United States, so sometimes it is difficult to choose only one or two to support.
Chana Bloch: Happiness Research
Scientists are closing in on
the crowded quarter of the brain
where happiness lives. They like to think
it’s hunkered down in the left prefrontal cortex.
Nan Levinson: Doin’-the-Right-Thing Rag
Who’s Responsible When a Military Order is Illegal? (Don’t Ask Donald Trump!)
Audio: Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
Adam Patric Miller: Passing Through The Intersection
It made no sense to see him. He wore the leather coat he used to wear, an 8-ball on the back. Maybe this happens when you don’t acknowledge death.
Catherine Anderson: Diana’s Arrow
Nearby, I saw oak leaves
had settled like a helmet of ash on a statue
of Diana—protector of children,
women, all living things—the deity
whose arrow never misses.
