is it three . . . or four wars now and nukes being dusted, AI getting too smart too fast, blizzards, heat waves, droughts, floods starvation, that traveling horror show, ethnic cleansing, religious rinsing, mass shootings, kidnappings, bombings and a deadly virus called vitriol, whose infection has spread from neighborhoods to every corner of the world if only the ostrich myth were true, I’d bury my head in the sand too, even knowing it would change nothing at least a mon

this immigrant has always crossed porous borders and snuck through closed ones and still pours in with origins unknown it has no legal status in any country, yet is found in all of them, for in this checkerboard world of borders and boundaries where refugees beg with their lives for entry, our stranger slips in easily and starts building foundations, supports and walls, roofs does everything, works for nothing Anything you need help with? our visitor asks over the fen

if the ribbon of Tahquitz creek was to suddenly be cutoff the emerald fields of grass would begin to wither most rabbits slowly displaced that coyote family downstream would be forced to drink from distant sprinkler puddles and frogs would need to hold an emergency meeting to choose an emissary to go upstream to negotiate an end to the blockade which would simply be a plea for the polliwogs, the children, who will suffer the most and die gasping in drying mud, unless they l