Abby Zimet: The Smell of Fascism | What the Absolute Flying Fuck
“Trump is threatening to go to war with an American city,” notes Gov. Pritzer “This is not normal.”
Andrea Mazzarino: America’s War on Terror and the Wasting of Our Democracy
The rapid pace of Gaza’s descent into famine is remarkable among conflicts.
Rachel Hadas: Sustainable Systems
Hummingbirds in the bee balm. Scattered showers.
What rubric, what barometer, what headline?
Michael T. Young: How to Survive the End of the World
these strangers random as bits of sea glass
collected and admired
Barbara Hamby: New Orleans Dithyramb
And Satan said unto the Lord, “You have your work
and I have mine, but there is no sin the world
cannot hold,” and the Lord, he laughed himself a big one
Al Ortolani: Picking Ticks Off the Dog
Pulling ticks is not for the faint at heart.
Michelle Bitting: Reporting Back
Those free-floating cabezas—
ancient, adrift
on song-strung shores
are always ready to party.
Video: What would happen if every human suddenly disappeared?
With settlements on every continent, humans can be found in the most isolated corners of Earth’s jungles, oceans and tundras. Our impact is so profound, most scientists believe humanity has left a permanent mark on Earth’s geological record.
Carolyn Miller: Rapture
When they said the world was coming to an end,
I thought about my brother, his long limbs,
his good shoulders and thick hair, his small
white teeth, his beautiful feet at the end
of the hospital bed.
Michael Simms: My debut novel is being launched tonight
This evening the rap artist and filmmaker Christian Nowlin will be helping me launch my debut novel BICYCLES OF THE GODS: A DIVINE COMEDY.
Michael Simms: Nightjar
a nightjar flies over the ruined houses
carrying a soul, passing it
from one bird to the next,
never content with its song
Paul Christensen: Apocalypse Soon
We are outnumbered by countless other creatures, dwarfed by the complex imperial government of birds, by the subterranean empires of worms and grubs albino larva, moles, gophers, beetles with vast pincer jaws, by nomadic tribes of aphids and cutworms, by thread-like parasites that feast on my annabels in mid-summer, and of course, by the king of blood bandits, the Aedes aegypti mosquito that spawns in our lowland catchments and marshland.
Tom Engelhardt: Living on a Sci-Fi Planet
Who could have imagined that humanity would inherit the kinds of apocalyptic powers previously left to the gods or that, when we finally noticed them, we would prove eerily unable to respond?
Martina Reisz Newberry: Romans
We will look back at the last of the sunflowers leaning so low, and we’ll recall the “end times,” swooning at the way the brown sky infiltrated houses
