Psalm of a Young Soldier
Lord, the days have grown dark with smokeand the nights are lit with missiles and I will not see another moon. Have mercy. My bones are wax. My soul is ash. O G...
Lord, the days have grown dark with smokeand the nights are lit with missiles and I will not see another moon. Have mercy. My bones are wax. My soul is ash. O G...
These trees, I do not understand. I speculate their ancient wisdom, their fame for holding, in the tight folds of their rings, tectonic shifts, memories of empi...
In celebration of all the hard-working, underappreciated, wonderful baristas, that set the tone for our mornings — Happy Barista Day! Encounters I “Good m...
Yesterday, in The Atlantic — an article of increasingly troubling scenarios,concluding: only Putin can step back and stop a major war. An hour later I’m...