It happened in the United Stated of America, live in 2020, in the Midwest, Minneapolis no less. While it was not a brutal arrest, no one was hit or shot, an expensive camera remained running after the reporters were taken, recording the lower bodies of a line of State Police. The reporter who is observing …
For the most part the news cycle has moved on. The papers, the television, and social media are no longer inundated with information about the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shootings. For the parents of the children killed the news cycle is irrelevant. After the loss of a child three weeks is barely long enough …
Wyoming, Idaho and Utah have some of the highest suicide rates in the nation. Other than Alaska, which has the highest rate of suicide in the nation, the intermountain west tops out the statistics. “In the United States, suicide was responsible for 44,193 deaths in 2015, which is approximately one suicide every 12 minutes (Center …
On a narrow track, paved through the jungle the greens are subtle, indescribable and in amidst the green: Hibiscus, Plumeria, Bougainvillea The evening breeze rustles the banana trees It is easy to imagine spirits here Just at the edge of the field. Look! Four boys race up the street laughing competing to see who is …
Evening swimming off the pier Small fish leaping Their silver caught by the last rays of sun I leave as the fishermen arrive They wait until dark to catch Their solitary lines Drowsing in the quiet.
I was nineteen and illegally camping in a bird reserve. My friends and I had met the man one day wandering the beach. Ten hours and a bottle of tequila later he and I were contemplating sex. I had the body of a goddess, a small goddess, and he was red haired and bearded, a …
by Mary McCarthy (Notes) on Saturday, July 30, 2011 at 8:15pm Sunday afternoon, parked by the river, I sat in a friend’s car sharing a Reese’s cup and staring listlessly out at a pile of dirty snow. She said, “Can you see the water? I am imagining a tropical sea with the moon shining down on the …
by Mary McCarthy (Notes) on Sunday, July 31, 2011 at 1:48am I wake in early morning, almost before the roosters The rain has not yet arrived fully Still a light and thoughtful spray A few stars still out, a crescent moon Tossed with morning clouds. Even the frogs are asleep A yard light on guard The wind …
Loon Poem I It is summer the loons dive and pirouette toward one another No one else exists The humans are safely away Crouching by their campfires While I, and unlikely witness Watch as they dance across the river playing. Loon Poem II Escher could have dreamed you Geometry of black and white You are …
There are some things we do not want to be right about. For the last several weeks as the country “opens up” I have watched the folks around me behave as if Covid-19 is a thing of the past. I do not believe this. It is a weird position to hold in my area. It …