Were you there when I took the sea
Out of the plastic packaging, defrosted it,
Reheated it on the range, carried the bowl
To the earth? Can you draw th...
The first thing I put on was my bra
A silky balm against my raw heart
Letters sprinkled on by abracadabra
A B C D E F- -college-level art
The restle...
I am a tourist in the house of God;
My ephod is a lobster bib with white
And scarlet threads that shimmer, growing bright
With butter, while I crack th...
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
darkness is trailing me and tracing my steps
I look to my right:
videos of brutalized black bodies...
Sometimes I dream of that scrub pine wood
That place that teems with wind and where stood
Scraggily trees and bushes cut low
By storming seas where the...
Confession | Bruce Lansky
I have a brief confession
that I would like to make.
If I don’t get it off my chest
I’m sure my heart will break.
I didn’t do my ...
What profit have we from all the toil
which we toil at under the sun?
One generation departs and another generation comes,
but the world forever stays....
