A ghost in the house, the police at the door, a phone call in a dream
Featuring Poe Ballantine, Pramila Jayapal, Paul Hawken, and more.
It’s All Happening To All Of Us, All Of The Time
It is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.
Government is a tool, like a hammer. You can use a hammer to build or you can use a hammer to destroy.
The Great Work
Ralph Nader On Taking Back Power From The Corporate State
Every major advance for justice in our country took no more than 1 percent of adults — around 2.5 million people — with public opinion behind them, mobilizing to change government policy. If you’ve got 2.5 million people, you can recover our country, recover our government, recover our hopes and dreams.
The Apostate Of Orange Street
I was dressed and ready for church, waiting while the others bustled about in preparation, when a sudden conviction took hold of me: “I’m not going,” I told my mother.
Someone has died. Someone I loved the way I love my own hands. And I am alive in the bright, fading day, flying above the earth and sea.
My Book Life
A book’s characters always wait for us. No matter what happens to me during the day, Kerouac remains exactly where he was yesterday. He never moves without my permission. I reanimate him at my whim.
We need constant proof that we’re not alone. And if we don’t see a companion, we strain to hear one in the dark. And when there is no whistle in return? I’m here to tell you, we will make one up.
When He Was Gone
I felt I was supposed to pretend I was a little sad he was gone — at least, for the first few days. I told him I missed him, because I did. I’m not a complete monster.
Also Known As
If you are more close to the dying / than you would like to be, then it is time for the sky / to grow larger than the earth, than the sea even.
Out Of Our Reach
I’m a new face in the therapy group. / My wife’s ultimatum drove us here tonight. / And when my turn in the circle comes / to say what I’m feeling right now, / my tears surprise even me.
For My Friend Who Told Me Don’t Celebrate The Dead
how can I tell him that every day I see her / smiling in her coral blouse, her matching lipstick, and her sunglasses, / sitting alfresco at our favorite Milwaukee cafe