At every side,
cannons.
And the only escape...
A small and muddy
swath
with lungs of afternoon
and flowers of
yesterday
soaked in earth
and red oil.
Kettles in either hand
each glowing as stars
and each
screaming
at walls they cannot see.
Chopped...
my favorite historian says
“Evangelicals want to keep
Israel real
for the rapture,” now
their plans are
falling into place:
their bombs are
falling into Gaza;
their anti-Zionism = anti-Semitism equation is
falling...
The Kleine Zaal in the late-19th-century Concertgebouw rewards focus more than spectacle, which made it a good room for award-winning sitarist Jasdeep Singh Degun...
"My excess baggage had resulted in a handbag full of hostile playdates: a downcast novella, one teaspoon of sanitizer, two broken chargers, a single shoe from a pair of Doc Martens, and a beanie.”