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 no one but me profits from this walk in the woods, what does it say that I’m no good at making […]
The rain falls like puzzle pieces
dumped from a satin bag in the
sky. Excited, my son turns each
droplet in his hands…
Terns carry no pass- port, respect no borders, write long-titled haiku – Read The Family-Separation Files here
I play the saddest song I can find,
for it is sadness that keeps me alive
though I am weak and oft unkind.
I am no less a propagandist than you. I understand the impulse to
spend hours at a sleepy train station for the chance to…
Falling in love is like swallowing grains of sand
to recover the pebble you skipped across the pond
by your childhood home, the ripples setting in
motion every marvel, every horror of your life;
After work, I rest in the wispy warmth of a waning
December sun. On the table by the window, piles
of half-read books leer at me and I at them.
In the fading light, a hawk swoops by, hungry.
Hungry, I reach for my phone; looking down,
I spot a pile of dust, make a note to sweep it up
Last night I dreamt of the perfect opening line
to a poem that would, I had no doubt, piece
back together the crumbling world. It was a line
that drew you in, breathless, that made you drop
everything—coffee, that online shopping cart
one click from arriving at your door—and pay…