It is late-April 2003 and I’m well enough to bathe. Mom draws
the bath, peels off clothes and bandages. A month of sweat and blood
disappears in eddies of soap and steam. Civilians cower in fear—
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A Treatise on Love, Hate, and Pragmatism in the Era of Trump
March 22, 2020
On June 13, 2016–right in the middle of one of the most consequential presidential elections in American history–“an American-born man who’d pledged allegiance to ISIS gunned down 49 people…at a gay nightclub in Orlando.” The Pulse Nightclub shooting was, at […]
45 to Stop 45: an Idea to Ignite Mass, Nonviolent Protests
February 16, 2020
Trump now thinks he is a king, acts like a king, and is deferred to by the Republican Party as though he were a king
Capital Good Fund Turns 11 – And I’m 35!
February 12, 2020
Celebrating the birthday of a nonprofit you founded doesn’t have the same nostalgia-soaked feeling as your own birthday: rather than the bittersweet recollections of childhood, this celebration has the bracing feel of adulthood.
Allegory for an Unreasonable Age
December 19, 2019
One may well ask what good standing here.
How does reason answer to madness?
A hot shower can erase the cold but not
the shiver. Is it not better to fast than go hungry?
The Difference Between Terror and Fear
December 9, 2019
To secure a future we must understand
The difference between terror and fear.
Walk into a room and hear a snake’s sudden hiss,
See it squirming in a dark corner, two reptilian eyes
Piercing darkness like fangs in search of your
Chicago Youth Climate Strike: December 6, 2019
December 7, 2019
We adults know the future is bleak.
Have jobs, families, to-do lists.
Do what we can.
Know in our hearts that
It’s not enough.
Power
November 28, 2019
I’m not going to argue the absurd, argue
That things are bad or going to get better.
We live in an age of immutable belief shaped
Don’t Let the Fascists Win
November 25, 2019
To write is to argue without evidence that beauty
pervades: the rainforest and the killing field,
sunsets and floods of acid rain on I-95.
Slogans Are Easy
November 3, 2019
We can never atone for the billions
spent on dark dreams
sawed through with ease,