racism

  • Mass Mourning

    Finally, we cracked. Poured out into the streets to mourn the measure of our losses, flooded houses of worship, in parks held candleless vigils: wicks couldn’t hold a flame through the driving tears. A man (he must have heard the news of this latest senselessness on the radio) opened the door to his car and…

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  • from the subway, early spring, 2000 Standing stock still as people streamed every way around her, expertly parting as little as possible as if she were a mere rock in a river. Could she be weeping? She had trained in from the suburbs for the first time to this city of dangers told by radio.…

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