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The Raison D’Etre of a Bad Habit
Some talk during movies. Others crack their knuckles, drink to excess, buy things they don’t need, make mountains out of molehills.
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The Spirit of Christmas
It's all too much, the floor strewn with gifts we couldn't possibly deserve. But our son is happy, going from toy to toy, and so are we, smiling along with him as he plays with the train, the trucks, the scooter.
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After Thanksgiving
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?
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The Fog of Anger
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.
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After ‘Crossing Brooklyn Ferry’
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—
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What Weighs on Us
What momentary peace in the yard!--The peach tree straining under the weight of its fruit, the sound of water giving itself to gravity. I stir my coff
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The Planet Jeff Bezos Returned To
Jeff Bezos did not leave the planet any better than he found it, though he is rich enough to leave it and return, alive. As I watch the skies, greedy mosquitos stalk me like a herd of tiny buffalo.
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The Unglamor of Good
If you're looking for glamor, doing the most good for people and the planet may not be the place to find it.
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What Happens to Poetry After Two Decades of Climate Change
My early poems aspired to Keats and Blake; were about magic, dreams, and heartbreak. Most rhymed, were trite, and told more than showed; rolled off the tongue, no taste of the acid down below.
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What Happens When You Forget to Close Your Bedroom Window
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
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.
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Status Quo Ante
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.