Why can I not forget when forgetting is the cure? The warm, wet beach hisses and coos, but her allure Belongs to those who want to rest. I do not want to rest. “Listen to your doctor,” they say. “You are but human! You can’t go on like this!”
I’m insane, or at least not well, my brain A flooded grave, the coffin cracked by roots From a forest overgrown…she has slain The dead once again, and from me no fruits
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.
“Would you break the law then pay a fine If it helped the bottom line?” “Yes,” says the CEO, “this job is mine So long as I grow the bottom line.”
“The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack.” - Shakespeare The power of fire is not that it burns but that it distracts: We save what burns because it burns.
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—
Never has it been easier to anonymously do harm to people and the planet: environmentally or socially-damaging products can be purchased with the clic
My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about, to strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: We come into the world like lava, we burn and blaze and flow, and then cool into something solid
One of the most pernicious attitudes about the nature of political leadership is that running a city, state, or even the whole nation is akin to being
In polite society we hold doors open, Say thanks and please, wear crisp Suits when we drop bombs.
One day she arrived like a scab dragged across a ballad of iodine, a sequin of stars stitched to a dormant volcano’s lapel
Dogs know how to live and die with grace. I don't. In my hands are wet grapes fit to burst and beyond my reach...
