after John Murillo they tell me to set up an auto-reply, that i have a computer to respond to messages of children’s chalky exhaustion, after another one of our bodies lies on pavement. cold and not so sudden. here i am, thinking of this and that. they tell me, i tell me, i should be …
again this week, they killed another child who looked like my brother Read More »
City Settles Lawsuit Over Handcuffed Man Killed By Police. i choose to believe he’s an angel. not that this death is heroic. there is no honor in dying this way. 2 Of The Officers Involved In George Floyd’s Death Will Testify During Federal Civil Rights Trial. whose rights are civil. i tell my nephew to …
May 2020 Weeds creep up the slide, the jungle gym, and the swings hang twisted, bound together, off-limits now, like the grade school—the one where I go to vote, the one my sons attended. I used to watch them climb the slide—slip and laugh, scramble their way up—fighting gravity. Next week, my younger son—teaching 5th …
This is a wake up call. Oh say can you see? Will you open your eyes? Face the reality that all the things we’ve been told to get – all the things we’ve been told to be – all the things we’ve been told we’re supposed to achieve – all these things we’ve been sold …
six-year-olds play “Tape the Heart on the Tin-Man,” red cardboard held out to a concrete wall. They’re blindfolded but unbruised, protective parents gathering close behind, whispering about waterboarding & imperialism’s risks, the possibilities one day these kids might do the blindfolding. Gretchen slaps her ripped heart upon the gray space destined for it, a blood-red …
At My Niece’s Birthday Party, 1,431 Miles North of Guantánamo Read More »
