A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…
Working-class Americans die younger. Here’s what your town can do about it.
I can’t come off the night shift schedule
so I get 4 hours sleep a night for a week
drool all day, try not to pass out standing up
god forbid I catch a nap, sleep with a bag of diapers under my head
What a beautiful dream after thirteen straight days of work!
Employee of the Month!
Efficient, clear headed task manager!
This is how it feels to be brilliant!
This is how it feels to be perfect!
Residents of rural and small-town communities believe they are not getting their fair share of government attention and vital resources compared to urban dwellers.
A tree falls does anyone care if it makes it into this poem? A poem bone deep and raw, broken into bark and hanging on to the edge of a … Continue reading →
Photograph by W. Eugene Smith, c. 1955 . Bug-eyed in those glare-filled goggles, He’s gauntleted and cassocked, garbed To be garbed in fire, which forms a lake On the floor … Continue reading →
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