The ground is too hard today. It resists even the spade.
Lillies too are hard, and my heart: hardness in spades.
I ask if truth exists. It’s not a trap. Why lie?
I cannot force you to call a spade a spade.
I’m in a cabana on a beach in Cancún looking
Upon light-blue water so warm you can walk
Right in, no need to adjust to the temperature.
I am a concerned citizen writing to ask that you immediately remove Louis DeJoy, the Postmaster General of the Postal Service, from the Board of Trustees of your esteemed nonprofit.
I demand that you immediately fire the Postmaster General, Louis DeJoy, who is clearly doing the President’s bidding and turning the USPS into a partisan tool.
Su mano es un derrotado
Castillo de arena o nube,
Una brisa caliente que se enfría,
Un latido de corazón acariciado por dedos
Que presionan el yugular de un cadáver.
I inherited a small fortune when I came of age,
Invested it well.
Now, at 35, I have even more money.
Time and commerce are good to the fortunate.
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If you’re reading this I assume you don’t need to be convinced that Trump’s policy of separating children from their parents and throwing them into “detention centers” is an abomination, a violation of human rights, and further proof that his administration
I stare into the vastness of space in love with its vastness, how light is both particle and wave, how little we understand, how what we know boggles the mind. I gaze into the quilt-blue of your eyes in love […]
