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Correct Language Doesn’t Correct Injustice
February 27, 2021

Changing the language we use when speaking about injustice does not, in and of itself, overturn the injustice.

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Be The Change  / philosophy  / Politics  / Prose

Funeral Procession
January 2, 2021

On a drizzly morning walk I stopped to let a hearse go by,
its pitch-black paint sweating polish, and as I waited

for the procession I thought about who profits from tragedy,
the business of loss, and who profits no matter what,

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poetry  / Politics

A Love Sonnet Written on the Occasion of the Death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg
September 19, 2020

I want to touch what aches in us, the light
we guard to stay alive. My dear, come quick.
I hear a knock; I’m afraid. Is it you?
I dare to open and let hope come through.

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America on the Brink  / poetry

Daydreaming on a Saturday Afternoon in May During a Pandemic
May 9, 2020

I just read that the virus is mutating, anti-vaxxers are joining other unsavory elements to protest public health measures, the president doesn’t see the need for mass testing but is now getting tested daily…

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America on the Brink  / philosophy  / poetry

Be Wary of Sadness in Dark Times
November 23, 2019

I notice my parents’ aging as I do my own:
Not at all, then in a photo, all at once.

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poetry

Reichstag
February 3, 2019

It doesn’t matter who lit the flame
that burned the Reichstag down,
only that it burned and so few
considered what cremation means
to those who long for proper burial.

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America on the Brink  / poetry

The Machinery of the State
July 29, 2018

A relentless South Texas wind poses impossible questions,
flaps the smirking flags until they are upturned,
mists the mown grass with evil’s sputum,…

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America on the Brink  / poetry

The Frantic Invisible Night: 5,500 Children Separated from Their Parents at the Border
May 27, 2018

They’ve separated 5,500 children.
No, they’ve discarded them
like cans of Coca-Cola,
5,500 children who reached our shore
like sea foam, salty, crying salt…

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America on the Brink  / poetry

A More Perfect Union
August 18, 2017

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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America on the Brink  / Be The Change  / poetry

The President Is Not A CEO, and the Nation Not A Business
May 28, 2016

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 a company, an attitude shared not only by free market-obsessed […]

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Politics