Into the sudden quiet—
riotous flowers and birds,
wildlife in streets and backyards.
Had they always been there,
hidden behind our busyness
and the noise of our machines?
And Now It’s Bombing My Family in Iran
A dreamer awakens, holds up
her pen like Liberty, writes
in moonlight page after page,
sails on a ship, bird in a tree,
songs to a yellow sun shining.
There is a current meme imploring us not to lose friends over politics. This is becoming impossible for me. I would not have been able to continue a friendship with someone who began wearing a swastika armband in the late 1930s.
A book by the celebrated author, poet, and farmer that takes on racism, the Civil War, and his life’s work.
She is one of that generation the heroes fought
And died for, inheritors of prim suburban homes
Purchased by the drowned
So much of you remains unopened, like music lost inside me.
Country to which I return every time I go broke.
In 1987, students gathered in front of the admin building angry over the corruption of the university’s board. The crowd was getting ugly. I was a young teacher standing to the side, listening to the speeches, watching warily as the crowd grew. Someone shouted Take Over the Administration! and the crowd chanted Take Over! Take over! Take Over! The crowd, now a mob…
It is the logic of our times, No subject for immortal verse— That we who lived by honest dreams Defend the bad against the worse. — Cecil Day-Lewis . I … Continue reading →
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Scene from the movie, “Platoon” Richard Sahn The other night I was watching the movie “Platoon” on television. An American soldier was killed every…