By Devon Balwit. Earth has breached the 410 PPM threshold for CO2. Children set out before dawn.
By Joseph M. Gerace. On the breaking news that the U.S. launched air strikes against Syria.
By Howie Good. A poet processes shock from Syrian chemical attacks and St. Petersburg metro bombing.
By David P. Gollub. A poet shares his family’s story about vandalized headstones at a Jewish cemetery.
By Devon Balwit. For Sen. Warren after her enemies had to acknowledge her strength.
By Emily Ruth Hazel. Ruminations on artists who dare to claim housing, even if they have to build it themselves.
But somehow you keep on going
Creating such illegal sacred spaces
While we worry about the inevitable
Light poured through the grille from a confessional, through interior windows, stained glass, over pews, banquettes, overstuffed chairs, ottomans, leatherette couch, Naugahyde recliner, made it all glow. Tiffany lamps shone. Strings of golden lights, votive candles, parasols and pagodas, tassels and tapestries, Persian rugs, batik, inlay, mosaic, macramé. Crazy brilliant children played 52 pianos, guitars…
Breath escapes our mouths like music because every breath exhaled in Oakland is a funeral song. Air this week is cruel and disproportionate in its allotment. Like everything else young artists need in this city to carry on breathing it is scarce, impure and invisible. And now among us some breathe none at all. I…
A poet mourns friends lost in the Ghost Ship fire, “taken by a mere element”.