“Our ambitions must be broad enough to include the aspirations and needs of others, for their sakes and our own.” And yesterday poncho-clad students threw sombreros in the air, tequila down their throats, celebrating a day off from “arduous study.” Articles read: “Boycott Driscrolls Berries”– poor working conditions, lawless labor laws; we need more Chavez […]

There is a quietness.This is what I want to speak of. The approximate 80%. The 100% you are alone in your skin and the approximate 80% you are alone in your thoughts. When you hear the screams of laughter from children over the fence, see the reflective red rear light of a bicyclist as he […]

After they cut the tree down everything began taking on the sound of a chainsaw. She went to work and the old vacuum had mysteriously been replaced with a model that sounded of trees about to be felled. She asked her boyfriend if the blender worked and plugged it in– it whined like a mighty […]

I hear the woodpecker sounding hollow on a tree and feel it, too, rapping on my heart. The sun cas       cad              ing on my limbs like they are leaves of grass and I feel green with want of wind gently rustling me, little shivers, vibrating the core, gently,          gently. My eyes, like […]

I had a dream that someone threw away a bird’s nest and I could feel it’s presence beneath the trash. With gentle and humble hands I pulled away the broken egg shells, the paper towels, the endless and impotent packaging, until I found the delicate binding of twigs and repurposed foliage and reached to extricate […]

The sun hung in the sky like a teabag seeped in clouds, diffusing a cold and muted light. The cold caught in my throat, whispered in hushed tones, This is winter. This is just the beginning. And as the chill took root in my limbs, my fingers, my toes, I believed it and eulogized warmer […]

Her voice transmitted across the miles like tiny Hindenburgs catching fire to my ears– there would be more casualties yet.                               ~~~ I am eight, sitting in church pews. I feel like an alien, words pouring over me from the man behind the podium, and I don’t understand the language. The words don’t compute. Listless […]

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