A few weeks ago my friend of 35 years took his own life. In my aching to understand his final act in the context of the society and system in which we exist, I had to ask myself, how much of his decision was tainted by capitalism? What if he had universal healthcare?...
It may seem impossibly broken. The pieces, unfathomably small, scattered, hiding in the corners and cracks, under the furniture. It may feel hopeless, as if no amount of glue will ever be able to mend the crumbling situation. But take heart. With patience and faith...
Exhausting the narrative, Exposing the vile monstrosity, With only comfort and kindness for the forgotten, betrayed, tortured. With bodies and grit, They stand beaten but not broken, A small token of the pain That showers upon Palestinian prisoners. No one knows what...
breasts are alive Breasts are sentient beings with their own lives. They aren’t inert, rounded lumps of flesh. They make their own judgments. The lymph nodes, milk ducts, fat, skin, fascia, muscle– are living their own needs. The nipples have their reactions to...
If gaza is the soul of Palestine, The west bank is the heart, And both are bleeding, Both are in a state of shock, Tractors across their veins, Their arteries poisoned, Their airwaves struggling for life. Maybe the time for poetry is dead, Buried in a mass grave Along...
I feel worn out; Like a holey sock, Sunday’s best, never fails the test, May expose some toe, or flash some heel, If you don’t like it; Then you gotta learn to deal! I’ll never throw out my worn out foot sweaters, I’ll wear them in the rain;...
