“So many thousands of people have stories about how he has changed their lives,” said one admirer. “He certainly changed mine.”
If the soul had a written history, nothing would have happened:
A bird would still be riding the back of a horse,
And the horse would go on grazing in a field
Ignoring the clanging alarms, many media outlets continue to treat the 2024 election season as just another contest between two equally legitimate political parties.
We’d double scull the river, splitting the river
Like a scalpel through silk
Amid a growing movement, there’s hope that a liberated Palestine will exist within our lifetime, says Alexandra Aladham.
I wrote this seventeen years after I’d lived in Gaza, because people didn’t seem to understand when I tried to share what it was like to live there…
Israeli forces just dropped U.S.-made bombs on displaced Gazans, mostly women and children, sleeping in a UN school in Nuseirat refugee camp, killing at least 40 and injuring hundreds in yet another massacre of innocents that “contradicts all human values.”
wondering what we’d
have to do, to leave behind,
to lose, to grieve without stopping
After my parents’ divorce was made official and my mother was forced to return to the workforce, we suddenly were labeled low-income.
And isn’t your blood free as a feral pony, coursing
through the uplands of your body?
The poet tries to be canny while practicing an uncanny art.
and you quiver
as if struck by the great hand
of what is true
Tony and Ajani, two mushroom foragers based in Minneapolis, spend the day foraging at a local park and musing on the power of nature.
those alleys seven times knifed then again then always
to be part of the tight knit gathered round over a sewer cover
to watch as they germinate
the stars no one of us had sown