Be The Change
A More Perfect Union
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.
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The Bottom Line
“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.”
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Self-Immolation: Fire at the Cathedral of Notre Dame
“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.
Be The Change
In Whose Custody the Flags?
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—
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Why Is It So Easy To Harm People and the Planet?
Never has it been easier to anonymously do harm to people and the planet: environmentally or socially-damaging products can be purchased with the click of a button or tap…
poetry
What One Gives Up
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
The President Is Not A CEO, and the Nation Not A Business
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 the CEO of…
poetry
In Polite Society
In polite society we hold doors open, Say thanks and please, wear crisp Suits when we drop bombs.
poetry
The Letter
One day she arrived like a scab dragged across a ballad of iodine, a sequin of stars stitched to a dormant volcano’s lapel
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The Savage Harvest
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...
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A Bipolar Spring
It must be Spring. The begonias are vomiting diesel Again, Leaf blowers are whining like scapegoats Condemned to die Again In a swirl Of garbage and leaves, And I don't feel like being alive today.
Musings
Nothing is Enough
“When I have a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.” - Vincent Van Gogh A mystery consumes me. I pass the morning in ardent search of last night and furrow my brows as though dreams would return in the grooves of my forehead. That is not enough. Noth