What was astonishing was that after a summer of running around the yard and …
Lather That we are imprisoned by our well-earned routines has never been a question. After I s…
He has developed a shorthand response to my entreaties: Landfill, he hisses, and he walks away.
I wake at 2:34 AM and lie in bed staring at the ceiling for a couple of hours, beating myself up for having awakened way before it’s time to get up.
The little button lying in my hand brought the violent history of the place to life. For a moment war wasn’t just pictures in textbooks. I could feel the residue of it, the half-life of violence.
dope death dead dying and jiving drove / her away made her take her laughter and her smiles / and her softness and her midnight sighs—
Here I am, once again among my kind, half-moon high outside the window rowing its light down …
A notorious buffoon is elected to the highest office in the land. He lies, cheats, connives, and endangers the planet and all its inhabitants. Did anyone expect this?
