There is no doubt that Donald Trump is working to steal the 2020 election but what he is doing reaches a level that would make Putin or Lukashenko or any other of the dictators who win rigged elections proud.
In 100 days, America will decide its future, and, in the process, perhaps the future of Democracy and the planet. At the very least, it is clear that another four years of the status quo would tear completely the fraying fabric of our nation.
I refuse to socially distance;
I won’t give up my freedom.
How short is the distance
between tyranny and freedom!
If politics is war, Republicans have historically waged it more ruthlessly, and more successfully, than Democrats and Independents
When statues topple, they do little heaving.
You will not see them celebrate long their fall
or mount the wreckage on a wall.
(Who are you to ask that they applaud
your moment of awakening?
To be trapped in an era, this era,
is the poet’s nightmare and delight. O future
readers—if there will be readers—what will you make
of this? What shall I—what shall we—bequeath you?
The true traitor lacks not morals but moral imagination. I shall
no longer grant the premise that we must debate amidst the
rubble of a world the unimaginative have plundered—
A friend texted to say it’s irresponsible to protest during a pandemic. All those people
crowded together become vectors for the virus, which doesn’t care about race. I hadn’t
thought of Covid-19 as post-racial, the enlightened bug.
The last thing he saw was the joy in her eyes.
Back home the flowers have wilted and the balloon,
twisting slowly in the now-stale air,
sinks lower and lower to the ground.
I so want to be optimistic and airy, to write of
our generous spirit, to wax poetic about moon landings
and beach landings, entrepreneurship, sliced bread,
the assembly line, the World Wide Web. It feels un-American