So much death and pain today: slaughtered fowls,
reminders of genocide and oppression, celebration
of abundance denied to billions. Cousin, did you know
400,000 Ethiopians are suffering famine?
“The earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses.” – Utah Phillips Of all that the so-called Facebook Papers revealed, most interesting, I think, is the fact that on social […]
At what time the fog took over, I do not know:
I was, if not sleeping, attempting to, tossing
and turning like a Heron’s wing, lost in fog.
Birthdays present the chance to reflect on the passage of time, on how one’s life has intersected with the broader narrative of humanity. I was born on November 14, 1984
Love, like light, has no mass, is information.
Not that which is found in books, newspapers,
sacred texts: Suns laugh at our quest for
knowledge. Imagine a poem with no beginning
or end, no author or reader, words or meaning—
A week of coughing and fitful sleep.
Pigeons at war over the allocation
of crumbs. Irretrievable hours spent
before a screen, shades drawn tight
to keep out the glare—and still my eyes
are sore, my back.
Midway through, I open my laptop to write. No matter
how cramped, unpleasant, flying is flying. Over the Rockies,
above the smog, the drying-out Colorado, the fires—sky in every
direction. How not to find inspiration?
In 2019, 181 CEOs of member-companies of the Business Roundtable announced that the purpose of a corporation must now be defined as delivering value to all stakeholders, including employees, communities, and the environment. Pitched as a dramatic redefinition of the […]
“Nationalism is power-hunger tempered by self-deception. Every nationalist is capable of the most flagrant dishonesty, but he is also–since he is conscious of serving something bigger than himself–unshakably certain of being in the right.” – George Orwell, Notes on Nationalism […]
I intended to publish this essay on the 20th anniversary of the horrifying attacks of 9/11, but I needed more time to process my thoughts. On that day, I was 16, living in Los Angeles, a junior in high school. […]