Tonight I’ll dream that a colony of ants has dragged
me out to sea, where I discover my belongings and I
have become so much flotsam and jetsam.
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A Heat Dome Scorches the Heart
July 3, 2021
I want to smash a violin on the tree
it was made from. To soak up the blood
of martyrs with my eyes, die a glorious
death and live on, weeping, sweating
blood. It’s 118 in Siberia.
Status Quo Ante
May 1, 2021
I had a dream where from an impossible height
I took in all the splendor and all the pain
we’ve learned to live with.
Correct Language Doesn’t Correct Injustice
February 27, 2021
Changing the language we use when speaking about injustice does not, in and of itself, overturn the injustice.
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December 3, 2020
In Xinjiang, 7,000-miles
away, a morning sun, reflecting off the
glasses of early risers, the windshields
of commuters, is so bright as to redact
last night’s graffiti: Down with Xi.
What of the Future?
August 30, 2019
I’ve been hearing Save the Rainforest
since I was small enough to sleep
in the safety of my parent’s bed
or snuggled with stuffed animals—
pandas, giraffes, monkeys, frogs;
A More Perfect Union
August 18, 2017
When children by gunfire die,
when the dreamer and the warden clash,
when statues betray the sculptor, we proclaim
This is not who we are.
In Whose Custody the Flags?
January 10, 2017
The flags are at full-staff
Though Jackeline is dead
Of dehydration
And the Guatemalan boy whose name
Has not been released
Is dead
Of the flu—
The Gardener
December 2, 2008
We have pitched an innocent man against the
thousand blades of grass.
Once a week the battle is waged;
each green sword glints with dew.