“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here Cashmere weighs about 30 compact pounds, and until released from restraint into the fenced pasture at the Refuge, she had been shut down, a wired torpedoed muscle, a girl who ignored the person who held the end of her leash; she only wanted to move forward, head as rigid as a carving, an image of aloof, determined energy. Pits seem especially sensitive dogs, more prone to a kind of kennel […]
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You Can Listen Here I wonder about the mysteries of ruined men*, especially the contrast with those who have found ways to call a truce with their heartaches and ordeals. Self-Portrait by Francis Bacon I have seen men who look haunted, whose eyes gaze at me and yet do not engage, who seem unnerved and twitchy. Fathers at school conferences who I knew had come to the end of something – a job, a […]
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You Can Listen Here I only see a handful now and only for 1 hour each, but I think about children often, my few students and the millions now in high school, and then well beyond those Americans to the young archetypal faces recorded in snapshots of desperate streets, deserts and mountaintops, whose country by country suffering has so recently been in the news. Yazidi children crying on a flight rescuing them from Mt. Sinjar; […]
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You Can Listen Here We decided to kill it together, but I am the one who picked up the axe. It being an old hedge that had once grown fifteen feet tall with stems as thick as my forearms, planted by the single, older woman who had resided here before us. She had stayed inside the house, storm windows secured even in the summer, blinds drawn, both doors double locked, and thirty more trees […]
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