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.
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.
In Siberia, the ground surface temperature recently hit 118 degrees, and “It’s warmer in parts of western Canada than in Dubai.” The Heat Dome behind these astounding temperatures is, in a normal climate, an anomaly; due to our failure to […]
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.
While I am excited to share that Bianca, Richard, Chance and I are moving back to Los Angeles in September, where our families reside, that excitement is tempered by the fact that we are traveling to the front lines of the climate crisis.
Tackling the climate crisis will require an economy-wide approach, reaching every business, every home, and every family. The good news is that we have the technological know-how to foster a carbon-neutral future
I’ve gotten into a bit of a Twitter war with the National Installment Lenders Association (“NILA”), which is the trade association for predatory online installment lenders. NILA is very unhappy that Illinois just capped the interest rate on all loans […]
One of the fundamental contradictions, if not flaws, of the nonprofit world is how the vast majority of us are funded. People and businesses generate massive profits, often at the expense of people and the planet–underpaying workers, skirting regulations, lobbying […]
We have as many homes to inhabit
as books to read, piling up in libraries,
coffee tables, bed stands—more than we
can make time to delight in as we draw
the single breath that is our delicate existence.