youtube.com/watch The Low Road by Marge Piercy What can they doto you? Whatever they want.They can set you up, they canbust you, they can breakyour fi…
My younger brother was afraid of thunder,lightning. My father bought a recording of storms,put it on the stereo, and rocked on the love seatwith my br…
(from Robert Reich Substack) by Alison Luterman PRAISE THE BROKEN PROMISE OF AMERICA Praise deep mineral veins under rich dirt, and fossilized remains…
New Orleans is a bouquet of pixilated memories. A caravan of embers that refuse to turn to ash. I have tried to write these poems before, you know, th…
When people say, “we have made it through worse before” all I hear is the wind slapping against the gravestonesof those who did not make it, those who…
The redwoods are on fire in California. A flood submerges a neighborhood that sat quiet on the coast for three centuries. A child takes their first st…
A Reading from the Book of Exile By Padraig O Tuama chapter one there are no chapters chapter two he has been moved beyond belief chapter three and he…
