The Naked Eye
Both the atheist and the believer have it wrong. We are not mere bodies, nor do we have souls. Heaven would be a room strewn with books and nary an errand to distract from reading;
Both the atheist and the believer have it wrong. We are not mere bodies, nor do we have souls. Heaven would be a room strewn with books and nary an errand to distract from reading;
“Children found ‘butchered’ in Israeli kibbutz...” - CNN I dream a rocket’s aftermath smells of cracked pepper, that it sprays not blood and shrapnel but mint leaves, ice clinking in delicate hand-blown glass; that its thunder is a hundred-thousand bumblebees come to pollinate a black-and-white worl
Don't shoot the rats pillaging dumpsters, or the man with rat-like eyes and rumpled suit, who orders they be set ablaze...
Not the shaded table by the pool where I point out a hummingbird eating nectar and my son asks, “You mean like I eat pizza?”
I remember coffee-flavored ice cream at the Royal Scoop, how it made me long to be old enough to drink espresso like Dad. I remember stepping off the plane into the sweet humid air, the tissue-paper feel of the Lei around my neck,
Is it wrong to love this world like a newborn swaddled in peach skin, beech-tree bark, silt at the mouth of a stream whose headwater is starlight, is
I’ve come to take for granted so much--billboards and product placements, sponsored posts disguised as honest-to-goodness journalism, apps making me the product I can search and...
I'll be brief, for we are both busy and the calendar Gods have laid waste to that idyllic peace which, if we're honest, is as foreign to our forebears as to us.
But the thing about the apologue of the frog in boiling water is that it's scientifically false
"Surveillance capitalism unilaterally claims human experience as free raw material for translation into behavioral data.” - Shoshana Zuboff If n
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...