This is a journey without an end,
Who can tell you what to do
After the fairy tale ends?
In defending the militarist status quo, Democrats ceded the anti-war lane to Republicans. As they enter the political wilderness, it’s time to reckon with what they got so wrong.
We hid in a big wardrobe to sing
songs praising Zapata, our voices
joined, the air smelling of walnut.
In response to rising costs of living the citizens of Toronto begin renouncing their personhood en masse to legally become animals, forming a society of “Wildmen” in the city’s vast ravine network.
The cold came in silent as an owl. The fences stared out at the clenched landscape with gaping eyes, unlocked gates, a path already flattened out in anticipation of the coming snow.
Harith (Snoop) Augustus had left work at the barbershop down the street when he was shot by a Chicago police officer. Morrison’s documentary captures the final moments of his life, and the actions and reactions of the police and neighbors who were there when it happened.
I’m doing my best, balancing hope on the head of a pin,
following those other steadfast travelers exiting the shop, holding
their buzzing phones, their many cups of Joe.
Many human rights organizations, legal scholars, genocide and holocaust scholars, and UN bodies have determined that Israel is committing genocide or genocidal acts in Gaza.
Not for victory
but for the day’s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.
Nearly half the world’s children “live in countries where risks to their health and safety due to the effects of climate change are extremely high,” according to UNICEF.
…awe will follow you from now on
wherever you go, like the snow-light
that fills these rooms
None of those who communicated with me throughout the war have ever questioned their faith, and have often, if not always, begun their messages by checking on me, and my children.
When his hands could no longer hold a brush,
Matisse turned to paper and scissors, “painting”
with cold metal carving heavy gouache
shearing shallow reliefs.
17 years since my son’s death, and still, each night when my husband drifts off, I watch movies, write, or read. Anything to stay awake.