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...
Part One: Juan-Les-Pins--Comic Books, Cold Chicken, and the Hotel Juana
The summer vacation that I was fortunate enough to experience, one school term prior to...
I am mixed. Multi-ethnic. Biracial, if you will, although this word is an uncomfortable one for me. While the word “biracial” suggests division, the...
"Jack Kennedy, Joe’s second son, had just reached his twenties, and my mother had two or three years on him, but he was soon deeply smitten by her Latin charms."