Approximately 619 journalists have died since 2004. Most were local reporters.
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
white meat and dark,
The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.
You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.
And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.
"You were always kind, but your mind was elsewhere. If I spoke, you barely answered.I always wanted to be beautiful like you. I always worried that you wouldn’t like the way I looked. I was so ugly, lean and angular with big cow’s eyes, big wide lips and no eyebrows. My arms…
If America has a very, very, very rich 1%, and an underpaid, debt-ridden middle class looking for relief, why shouldn’t the billionaires adopt multiple members of the middle class as … concubines?
Photo: Musée du Louvre/R.M.N./H. Lewandowski
How many Universes have I lived through? How old am I?
Tragedy does look good on some people.