The heart can be spread too thinly over time. Part of me is lurking on September 25, 1988, and some of it is hanging in the air of Niagara, 24 hours ago. Some of it is there now with you as you try to touch me I want to tell you that I’m all here, [...]

Let us lower our heads and pray. Bring us America of yesteryear: at least whites were doing okay. Take me back to when the niggers were getting lynched and Mickey Rooney was more fit to play a chink or jap or whatever (who can tell the difference?) That spick can’t do nothin but pick (still [...]

This is my favorite film about the Holocaust. My favorite film in the Holocaust genre, as it were. This time the tears are really real. And it is not so much cinema as the telling of this story which we know, over and over. In 40 years, will they be saying this about Palestine? I [...]

for nuwa It sometimes takes months and years The softness of her lips stay on the roughness of your fingers – And you go to touch them, only to find them Just out of reach forever and ever This is the part that we do not understand: death. It is the never again the permanence [...]

Slowly press your back into awareness. The fine line of this imprint is your balance your alignment your release mindful connection to knowing You are there not simply neurons upstairs instructing muscles here there and there but muscles learning to talk with luck, to purr The left hand having a chance to be right handed [...]

Have you met your back? It is behind you. It is also in front of you, the last line of defense for your core. On your back you will find you can lie supine. Do you remember? When was the last time you noticed how it feels in your back for you to inhale supine [...]

It’s Friday morning and the Jury begins deliberations Oscar Grant and retribution and anger burning in the streets: I remember 1992 and the sign “The kitchen is on fire. Let the motherfuckers burn.” She was old and graying and still in the streets tired of asking for justice now asking for flames. It’s Friday morning [...]

I’ve flown over tulips ridden in a train past them seen the Grand Canyon from the air and standing teetering on the edge I drove across America loved Wyoming so, so hard I said good-bye, but not properly much like I loved and loved hardly I loved Hamlet came to love Macbeth I saw the [...]

These thoughts are now mine only. I used to bequeath them to you. Sometimes you were gentle with them sometimes you weren’t with them at all. I used to watch them sit, lonely and waiting. You might return and walk by them, if they were lucky. Other times, you didn’t bother to see them: they [...]

From and of Michael Jackson, as we near one year without him. We will ask why you didn’t stay But we know how we killed you And not softly, but like this: forgetting you even as we willed a gulf to replenish with oil You asked us what about the seas And what about us? [...]