Martin Luther King: Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.
Kathryn Levy: Tomorrow & The Subject of Flowers
And the children who run
from hiding place to
hiding place? Let them
cover their eyes and
count out their seconds,
as the wagon man watches
Video: One for All
Tony Drees actually considers himself to have “good fortune,” despite being born into an abusive household, surviving the deadliest bombing in the Gulf War, beating cancer, and having his leg amputated up to his hip.
Therese L. Broderick: Beautiful Uses | The Compassion of James Crews
This book’s enduring beauty and daily usefulness can cradle and help to heal our broken hearts.
Ed Simon: The Pennsylvanian Period
There must be stones in Frick Park
that no human hand has ever touched.
The stratified Conemaugh, of Ames
limestone, sandstone, shale, and
Duquesne coal.
Stephen Haven: Roadside Portals
I see roadside altars that open portals.
I see drivers slipping by those mounds
of cardboard signs and paper flowers
Edna St. Vincent Millay: “And you as well must die” (Sonnet 19)
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Video: Sandstorm
In Seemab Gul’s short film “Sandstorm,” a schoolgirl in Karachi sends a dance video to her virtual boyfriend, but her innocent flirtation turns dark when he attempts to blackmail her. … Continue reading
Alice Rothchild: Zionist Fragility
The time is long overdue for liberal Zionists to find the courage to take a long hard look at their uncritical support for the actions of the Israeli state as it becomes increasingly indefensible.
Adam Patric Miller: Last Lesson
teaching will gut you—
but in a nourishing way
like scraping out a cantaloupe
with a big silver spoon
Baron Wormser: The Missing Poet
Reasons abound for Republicans to not think twice or to dismiss poetry as elitist or more identity politics or whatever pejorative comes to mind. Much more important work is waiting– or so we are told.
Elizabeth Jacobson: Love, I Am
what am I
to myself:
two feet on
some land
when upright
Sara Hegy: Even the Longest Winters End
Winter in a Refugee Camp, Gaza
Ma Yongbo: Train to the Snow Country
This is a journey without an end,
Who can tell you what to do
After the fairy tale ends?
