Leaf by leaf
dries up this insipid, yellowing noon—

A woman falling—the rest goes by too fast.

The rest go by the fallen, on the pavement.

anger flubs wire-ribboned brain’s race-cart

the liberation of undifferentiation
awaits the well-ventilated soul.

July 19,2012 at 7.00pm
Poems from Occupy Movement Anthology

I feel my simple, unsophisticated brain
Is at ease, enough to ignore

read it and weep!
every word writ in disappearing tears:

Death walks gently
Covered in perfume
Tormenting our sense of smell
With confusion

Carlos Fuentes, one of the most influential writers in the Latin American world, died Tuesday at a hospital in Mexico City. He was 83

If we create kids who are essentially lulled into a kind of comfortable, stress-free existence by being mildly entertained all the time, I don’t think that we’re going to have the heroes, the saints, the reformers that