A(nother) Letter Home

 Dear friends, It gives me so much strength and hope to see you all fighting back, through the things you post, the rallies you attend, and the thoughts you share. I really hope that in this moment we can not only fight the immediate threat but also realise that we have the opportunity to build…

Broken

Sometimes we wake up to the deep strangeness of our lives and it threatens to wreck everything Two tiny white lizard eggs appeared in the latch of the door right where the sun comes through And I, quick-fingered and careless, sent them flying to the ground as soon as I tried to gather them Somehow…

A Letter to the Homeland After Various Tragedies

July 18, 2013 America, are we becoming more real? Will we know pain And therefore notice More sharply the unnamed colors In the sunset over the mountains Or the gleam of the local deli’s countertop And pause in wonder At the beauty and ache of it all? Our children dying Huddled  together and terrified, We…

How We Say Your Name

Tamir Rice. 12-years-old. Tamir Rice threw a snowball up — watched it fall. Tamir Rice, black child, surrounded by white snow. ‘What is that in your hand?’ no one asked. He got three seconds: the first, his trial – the second, deliberation – the third, a verdict. Guilty. Innocent. Irrelevant. Tamir Rice dead, and violated…

Aylan

Aylan “I don’t want anything else from this world. Everything I was dreaming of is gone. I want to bury my children and sit beside them until I die.” – Abdullah Kurdi Whose crisis is this whose child whose deadly voyage My daughter is almost his age The other day when a small bruise appeared…

Whose Lives Matter

24 November 2014 – A grand jury in Ferguson, Missouri has decided not to indict officer Darren Wilson, the white policeman who shot and killed Michael Brown, an unarmed black teen Around the country cities roil, surging with an ache and a cry, descendants of chains, of hopes, of hangings, of sit-ins, sons and daughters of…

A Number of Disturbing Events

a poem comprised of quotes from the third and final presidential debate between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney what are our priorities? various forms of chaos isn’t there a risk? the answer is yes they have to understand this can’t go on, that’s why we’re going to keep on pressing attacking me is not an…

Show Me Where It Hurts

                Three weeks in a row, after we have made the obligatory trips to Café du Monde and the French Quarter, I drive visitors to the Lower Ninth Ward to see the empty lots and abandoned homes.

How We Are Entertained

In Afghanistan the ancient sport of buzkashi is played by men on horseback and the decapitated carcass of a goat. The object is to toss the cadaver into a circle drawn in dust. It is called the Circle of Justice. They whip and beat each other to make it there, heels digging into the heaving…

The Unprotected

In 1969, St. Christopher was removed from the official calendar of the saints by the Catholic Church on the basis that his life could not be confirmed as more than legend. St. Christopher has been demoted, our patron saint of travelers, borne across the world on thin chains round the necks of the intrepid, the…