Shall I stand On my feet Erect and perpendicular, an animated sculpture exposed to the wind and The desecration of public scorn? Shall I stand? Shall I, stalk-like, yearn for the sky — Or at least the ceiling, the plastered governor that dictates the limit Of our aspirations? Shall I? Or — and this would...
- Hope Rekindled
This past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
- Off Boulder Highway
Orginally posted on July 13, 2021
The poet Jennifer Battisti was a Las Vegas latchkey kid, with casino employee parents. Off Boulder Highway, her extraordinary memoir, some of it fictionalized, much of it beautifully poetic, all of it alarmingly real, makes the performative Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas seem like a sanitized Disney fantasy. Sloppy sex, meth addiction, blackout drunkenness...