politics

There is no “back to normal.” There’s only forward to whatever comes next.

The trouble with talking about getting “back to normal” is that time doesn’t run backwards. It runs forwards. We can no more return to a pre-Covid world than we can return to typewriters or gas lamps or steam trains or diplomacy without the threat of nuclear weapons. The fact that Covid is likely to be

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No Contrition (a found poem)

No contritionOr regret. The mob?Stormed lives?Totally appropriate. Sidestepped questions?Deadly riot?Totally appropriate. Defiance.Assault.Violence. Ransacking.Anger.Violence. His mob.His anger. He should leave.Leave everyone alone. Found poetry from “In first public appearance since the Capitol siege, Trump expresses no contrition for inciting the mob,” The New York Times, January 12, 2020

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Split Borders (a found poem)

Split Borders Parents are property, Children an immediate danger. Mean, this humanitarian crisis. The democratic republic Separating parents from children— Families fractured by policy. Unconstitutional, Cruel, Unlawful, A violation Of due process and Equal protection. Vexing. The administration appeared Unprepared for the fallout “The child has rights,” a spokesman conceded. “This is a complex situation.”

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Unprecedented (a found poem)

Unprecedented A choreographed Freewheeling wager. Flattery, Cajolery, And a slickly produced video. A bulletproof confrontation. Diplomatic language, Recycled statements, Verifiable missiles. Sleep well tonight! A showdown with diplomacy: Three hours of meetings Plus a lunch of prawns and crispy pork. Provocative vague details, A thumping soundtrack Of benevolent peacemakers: An inspirational view. Aides fidgeted. Reality

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Asylum: A found poem

Asylum In a bare compound off a dirt road: Bureaucrats Borders Migrants. They want to escape: Dust Joblessness Poverty Persecution. If the answer is yes, They are spared the risky journey Through the desert And on the deadly boats. “We’re here to stop people from dying,“ Said the deputy, But few are actually approved. The

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