Nostalgia for what never was
May 1, 2021
My mother hated Stalin�but loved Trotsky. She had�no party affiliation, no friends�with whom to talk politics. � There was only me to listen.�Maybe it was because Trotsky�was Jewish. I don’t… READ MORE
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History comes in bad cycles
April 1, 2021
I watched the insurrectionists assault�the capital with Trump flags, anti-Semitic�signs, gas masks, guns and enough�angry hatred to kill those they see � as enemies. War in the streets the man�in… READ MORE
I wake to the possible
April 1, 2021
Today for the first time in four�years, I go to the computer�without dread about what new�horror is done or pending. � Hope has felt dangerous,�remote, unlikely. I dare now�to feel… READ MORE
The great denial
January 1, 2021
Somewhere a man is ranting�a man used to power and mad�with it. He is the one he loves�so how can others resist, deny � fail to carry out his sacred… READ MORE
I wake every day to this
September 1, 2020
Cruelty seems to win votes.�The shouter is heard. The whisperer�shot to silence. Words turn�to worms and wriggle in our food. � We live in times dangerous�to butterflies, polar bears and… READ MORE
The good-for-business wars
June 1, 2020
Buying [we’re called consumers: what do�we really consume?] things we don’t need�with money we don’t have. Credit cards�weren’t invented for our convenience. � That’s the American Way troops are sent�to… READ MORE
Culling the Herd
June 1, 2020
A rightwing official announced�two or three percent deaths�is acceptable—to him. What�of the Black mother of three�drowning of phlegm in her lungs? � Tell the fireman who lacked�a mask how expendable… READ MORE
And then, I think about war
May 1, 2020
Trees no longer holding their arms up to heaven�block the road, intersecting the wrong planes.�The rain does not wash, but slices wind-driven knives�into everything permeable. The dark, a heavy cloak,… READ MORE
Another Gray Afternoon in Guernica
March 1, 2020
Not even the startling red of anguish�pooling in the streets of the ancient�market town, and not even the raw green�silent screams of the women, and not the cerulean�certainty of April… READ MORE
This is our legacy
November 1, 2019
How will they curse us,the 3rd, 4th generations,the ones that survivethe deaths we left them? How could we explainthe world on fire, specieswiped out daily, oceanswith more plastic than fish?… READ MORE