“Surveillance capitalism unilaterally claims human experience as free raw material for translation into behavioral data.” – Shoshana Zuboff If no one but me profits from this walk in the woods, what does it say that I’m no good at making […]
Terns carry no pass- port, respect no borders, write long-titled haiku – Read The Family-Separation Files here
I am no less a propagandist than you. I understand the impulse to
spend hours at a sleepy train station for the chance to…
After work, I rest in the wispy warmth of a waning
December sun. On the table by the window, piles
of half-read books leer at me and I at them.
In the fading light, a hawk swoops by, hungry.
Hungry, I reach for my phone; looking down,
I spot a pile of dust, make a note to sweep it up
Last night I dreamt of the perfect opening line
to a poem that would, I had no doubt, piece
back together the crumbling world. It was a line
that drew you in, breathless, that made you drop
everything—coffee, that online shopping cart
one click from arriving at your door—and pay…