In the boredroom
September 1, 2016
Do they yawn, these masters�of our fate and wallets�as they cast their weighted�dice together, as they weigh�our lives and find them�negligible as we do when�we swat a fly? � Do… READ MORE
September 1, 2016
Do they yawn, these masters�of our fate and wallets�as they cast their weighted�dice together, as they weigh�our lives and find them�negligible as we do when�we swat a fly? � Do… READ MORE
April 1, 2015
First I will honor your name. Just as�those colonists first used, then abused�then tried to exterminate those whose�land they coveted, so you squat leering�at our homes, our bodies, our air… READ MORE
November 1, 2014
There is no oppression. Just lean�in to the corporate machine, become�part of its vast personhood. You too�every one of you can be a millionaire�if you just try harder, gaze upward…. READ MORE
January 1, 2014
� The hatred of the poor, is it guilt � gone rancid? That the rich have � so much and still conspire to steal � a baby’s medicine, a woman’s… READ MORE
May 1, 2013
� How gorgeous is the snow and deadly.�The roads are gone under its drifts.�Hundreds of thousands without power�in a frozen world where the wind�howls like a pack of coywolves. �… READ MORE
September 1, 2012
Unemployed: soon invisible,�after a while, unemployable,�unwanted, with your future�eroding along with confidence,�sense of self, the family�cracking along old fault lines.�And what do you do? Age. � Out of work: out… READ MORE
May 1, 2012
The poor are no longer with us � � No one’s poor any longer. Listen�to politicians. They mourn the middle�class which is shrinking as we watch�in the mirror. The poor… READ MORE
April 1, 2011
On March 25, 1911, a fire spread through the seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in New York City’s Greenwich Village. The mostly immigrant workers, young… READ MORE