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Mother’s Day
I didn’t get you roses from Ecuador, nor one of those cards you grab, in a rush, at the checkout line...
The Business, Politics, & Poetry of Change
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The motto here is “Invent. Invest. Implement.” Why? Because I firmly believe that advancing a just world requires that we leverage our minds (Invent), our money (Invest), and our hands (Implement).
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Be The Change
On the Ordinary Pitfalls of AI
For all the talk of Artificial Intelligence one day becoming super-intelligent and ending humanity, a more ordinary--and more pernicious--dynamic is very much here.
Be The Change
The Rooftops of Kyiv
On the rooftops of Kyiv we master the circle dance, the feel of wood that can still support our weight.
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Good Habits
Mom used to warn me that too much of anything —piety, vegetables, even reading—can be harmful. But growing up, I brushed my teeth irregularly at best. In the chaotic mornings, no one had time...
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A Dog’s Life
Often, as the day’s doleful hours grow too heavy and I long to set side my many cares, I think of my dog in his bed, how he has no funerals...
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Extremes
A poem must be as short as the poet’s life or millennia longer: there is no in-between. Either it dies with you or lives on, this strife, and if you conclude I’m given to extremes
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The Ant
Keep poetry simple, like a single ant atop a blueberry, catching the light without shining.
America on the Brink
In Times Like These
In times like these I clean the gutters monthly and the lint trap every day;
America on the Brink
Bravery
This is a time for bravery. Not the human-cannonball kind. Not the free-diver nor the free-soloist.
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At the Hayden Planetarium Space Theater
At the Hayden Planetarium Space Theater the Milky Way is rewound, fast-forwarded, collided with nearby galaxies, as though nearby made any sense in this unreal landscape, both alien and, in moments of insight,
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How to Write a Poem
Stare out a window, any window, until your eyeballs loosen and you spoon them out of your skull like two warm eggs. Be sure to keep at least one nerve and one blood vessel attached to the bowl of pudding that rests on your spine.
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The Tragedy of Poetry
That one could read a poet’s collected works in a single sitting. That barely a handful are worth reading again.