Writing the world
How do you write the world When the world is already a poem Each new flower a turn of phrase Continue reading
How do you write the world When the world is already a poem Each new flower a turn of phrase Continue reading
There There is There is an image There is an image of There is an image of a dead child Continue reading
There is a dead child in Gaza There is a dead child in Sderot There is a dead child in Continue reading
I read somewhere That it’s okay Not to inflict trauma on yourself By avoiding the images But I saw I Continue reading
There’s a boy on the verge Maybe 10; we saw him when we drove downtown Past the high rises as Continue reading
It is not guilt That keeps us from resolving our pain from repairing the body cosmopolite It is grief unacknowledged Continue reading
Just this side of the right side of the tracks, just off the Main Line in mid 60s Philadelphia, I Continue reading
Already twice this week I woke to the dead We murder our children and our gladiators Our teachers and our Continue reading