Heat waves of exceptional severity and duration are now occurring simultaneously in many areas of the world.
i’ve made an altar called
The Altar for Healing the Father & Child
I work with moms and kids on their recovery journey. Funding for centers like mine is woefully small compared to the need.
My last days were not so bad, my ex-wife says from the afterlife,
Not so bad as you think. So relax.
Organizers working to end police violence refuse to be intimidated by growing efforts to criminalize free speech.
a man solitary as a grieving
arrow types
a text to his daughter and
the text feathers into the ether
The conservative think tank Heritage Foundation wants to rid the USDA of sustainability, climate change mitigation, and racial equity.
I see how it is with them, left to their own pursuits
in our absence: the forgotten gate merely ajar
between the two pastures, kept that way for days
Israel has quickly become a pariah of its own making, something that never had to happen, and from which there may be no turning back.
As large as the hill, I become a green, languid
animal, a soft giant with giant eyes, become
green love. Fat bees buzz in my lavender bushes
Leaving river protections to states doesn’t make sense when rivers cross state lines.
I’m walking the white-washed steps
winding the hills into town. The odor—
wild thyme and spearmint. And halfway, look,
an apricot tree ablaze with summer, heavy
with fruit.
Join Sara Frazetta as she uncovers the roots of Conan’s tale, tracing his evolution from Howard’s literary imagination to Frazetta’s powerful illustrations.
In 1970 I went to my first anti-war demonstration. I was sixteen and my cousin Michael Ashie (People introduced us as “This is my friend Michael and this is his … Continue reading →