Tagged: news

after one more of

after one more of
these bomb cyclones, we are in
flux, deviating

from script, preparation, and cry
wolf storylines, deer in headlights

every tragedy

every tragedy
forces us into tunnel
vision – it takes a

community to draw us
back out, save us from ourselves

whether we like it

whether we like it
or not, we are exposed to
the paralyzing

virus of complacency –
the shows must go on and on

maybe there were three

maybe there were three
more sirens than there used to be
in the middle of

the night, even in brooklyn, we
started counting, newly alert

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: alert

at the point of being

at the point of being
inextricably linked, let’s
at least not pretend

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: linked

Spielberg, Harvey… and

Spielberg, Harvey… and
God goes the current tally
for Oscar acknowledgements.
not knowing anything
about Spielberg,
Harvey and God as both
Punisher and Redeemer
take the win

all day, i keep

all day, i keep
forgetting that you
left us this morning,
and even now, when
i quiet my heart to
take in the news, i
hear old news, when
you called eight years
ago to say that he’s
gone, and do not be
sad, it was so peaceful,
you were reading to him
as he sat in his favorite
chair, and then
you were reading.
tonight, i am not ready
for the details just yet.
there are no brave
messengers. you are
gone, but not yet gone

sooner or later,

sooner or later,
or for some time already,
we will find ourselves
in the same shoes, one
against the faceless
many who conjure
corporate legalese
that secures them
a place at the table –
in the board room,
we are all little men,
and unforgetting
we do this to ourselves

when i heard today

when i heard today
that NASA had discovered
a new solar system with seven
earth-like planets, i sighed
thank god as if i were
closer to getting off
this one. other lures:
the system’s star
is an ultracool
named TRAPPIST-1,
no abrahamic relations, and
cosmically speaking,
40 light years away
is only right next door

it turns out that our

it turns out that our
arms cannot keep one
another’s dragons
at bay. the evenings
are the hardest, as we
climb into bed, carrying
this new weight. the
mornings are the hardest,
as we wake up most
vulnerable, bracing
for a bruising day.
the hours in between
are the hardest, as we
try out every combination
of love and resistance,
endeavoring not to harm
each other in every way