The Shopping Cart
And where have you not seen it? That strange wiry beast of burden, this errant link of urban evolution, cast into the city’s grim canals, or waiting by the or...
Category: Culture
Can’t find a poem for this
Yesterday, among the thousands of daily aggressions across our convulsing continent, a mother and her child was chased by a sign-carrying woman, who was shoutin...
In Admiration and Support of Climate Frontliners
There’s something about fog over a prairie slough,the way it lies down and stretches right over the cattails around the edges,like a cotton compress over an o...
The Day After Watching James Baldwin’s ‘I Am Not Your Negro’
I wrote this poem last September. A week ago, when George Floyd was murdered, I recalled the poem and the documentary. The Day After Watching James Baldwin’s ...