: My eggs this morning looked like the moon’s surface. — : My eggs this morning looked like the moon’s surface. : You’ve been gone for 157,680,000 seconds, give or take. : After my father delivered the news, he pocket-dialed me. I saved the message and still listen to it, though most of what I could hear was only breath. …

In a recent interview with Krista Tippett, Collette Pichon Battle spoke of our collective moral obligation to support our community’s most… — In a recent interview with Krista Tippett, Collette Pichon Battle spoke of our collective moral obligation to support our community’s most vulnerable members, and the collapse of the systems that are — theoretically — designed to provide that support. She said:

I don’t want to write anymore. — I don’t want to write anymore. Instead, I want to draw tiny hearts everywhere, doodle daisies on the arms of people I meet so I can show them something can grow here The woman who waits weekly at the pantry who revealed she lives in an office building with her…

What is the American Dream, exactly? What wretched refuse of what teeming shores of what shithole countries still look to our shores, our… — What is the American Dream, exactly? What wretched refuse of what teeming shores of what shithole countries still look to our shores, our own wretched refuse, and aspire? What hallucination, what hologram, what choking regurgitation or recapitulation still serves in slumber or sentience? …

I probably don’t have anything new to say to you. I bet I don’t have anything to say that will change your mind. I suppose neither is the… — I probably don’t have anything new to say to you. I bet I don’t have anything to say that will change your mind. I suppose neither is the point of this. Truth told, I’ve got some shit to say, and I’m gonna say it. I had a COVID scare this…

I keep a list on my phone of people I’ve loved who have died. — I keep a list on my phone of people I’ve loved who have died. At my work, we call these people “neighbors” because they literally are. Our neighbors. …

My pen skids instead across a check; court fees covered, eviction evaded — On the days I don’t write poetry My pen skids instead across a check; court fees covered, eviction evaded I lock eyes with my best friend over her croissant and we explore practical, necessary questions, like what kind of container can catch all the tears that fall from “this is…

In the legend, homeless camps are erected under billboards extolling life at conception — Mythos In the legend, homeless camps are erected under billboards extolling life at conception a man opens fire on a politicized pulpit, the pastor maskless and undefended the charter school principal blinks, astonished and vapid, at the question: how many students receive free lunch? No such thing as free lunch…

Dear Ruby, — Dear Ruby, I must have met you in 2014. That’s what I think, anyway. Time gets distorted in moments of grief and loss — and it’s not all that easy to track anyway. I know I’m saying this to a dog, whose sense of time is vastly different from my…