The marks on the digital map
Are the shape of teardrops
At the base of a lemon tree.
This is heavy, dense underbrush
I’ve been trying to get out of town, out of Las Vegas, out of Sin City. I have been trying to get away from the bloody massacre in Vegas, the thoughts and prayers anthems, the babble about bumper stocks, and the same choreographed political dance we witnessed after the Sandy Hook massacre of…
For no apparent reason, I woke up thinking about Karl Marx’s much maligned quote that history presents itself first as tragedy, then as farce. This was written sometime in the early 1850s when there was an abundance of farce and…
We are hidden by oak
Touched by suburban piety
And surrounded on all sides
By thousands of pistols forming
Under the tulip tree
Within days after the murder of the children and teachers at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newton, CT, almost two years ago, the NRA was at the barricades pushing for teachers to be armed, repeating a familiar dialectic that seems to greet every mass…