“Pillars” & “Survival,” Two Poems by Sam Friedman
Pillars Like a pillar of salt ground into the wounds of a world, Washington’s monument looms like a shade over Capital’s America. As a child, I watched fireworks beneath its erection, watched r…
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The Crisis—October 6, 2018
How many rapists sit robed in our courts? How many abusers strut sated in Senates? How many centuries have prick-wielders reigned? How many lives have these ruling thugs ruined? Why should we respect…
What Happened in Ukraine?
As interviews with participants make clear, the Ukrainian Maidan movement was a political revolution. How can we avoid similar lost opportunities to create a revolutionary movement that can save human…
The day when nobody knows (Greece, July 5, 2015)
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Two Poems on Revolution
1787 Although almost no one ponders France in 1787 when the King’s Wars transmuted gold-stuffed treasure-rooms into empty chambers echoing “Debt,” while barons and bishops said “Bah” to taxes and “Hum…
Occupy Wall Street: The October 5 Demonstration
The October 5 demonstration in New York, when labor unions and community organizations came out to support Occupy Wall Street, produced one of the largest turnouts to date of the Occupy Wall Street mo…
Two Poems on Occupy Wall Street
Moonwords in a month of spreading occupations As the tired sun crawls beyond the world’s crumbling rim seeking its troubled nightly bed, Luna glows ever bolder in relief, her eyes imperious, her nose…