Nut turns twelve today as he walks down the rainy street from his training camp toward his village’s boxing ring. His shin splints ache with each step, but he’s grown accustomed to it. Like many Thai children his age, he has already trained in his country’s national martial art, Muay Thai, for several years. Muay […]
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They actually get paid for what they do, busily marking up giant sheets of Post-it and ripping them off to slap on the conveniently broad swathes of bland wall space. We, their captives, mostly play nice, vapid salvos hurled that add nothing much, maybe even depleting the imperiled supply of collective intelligence tidepooling here —
The following poem was written by one of the Move Mountains Project: San Luis participants, Ayla. She wrote this during a poetry workshop. With her permission, we have reprinted it here. Thank you, Ayla, for sharing your poetry and your soul with us. ——————————– My Water Poem By Ayla I am water And I come
Saying goodbye to you Is like saying goodbye to my reflection Every morning after careful inspection Of each line and wrinkle I will forget I have Throughout the course of the day Seeing you unexpectedly Is like electrons sparking off a copper plate There’s no debate We had a connection And electric charge Discharging perfection
I’m always scared when I first point down range, thoughts racing, imagining every grisly scenario, “What if it misfires and blows off my hand?” Or my face. Deep breath in, index on trigger, deep breath out, and BOOM! Momentary surprise when sound echoes through the protective earmuffs, sudden images of backyard boys with toy rifles and coonskin caps
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The free Wednesday newspaper waits in my mailbox, a wrapper for advertisements by the shrill ream, topped by a sheaf of messages from New York addressed to Occupant, my pet name. “Valentine Veggies Keep the Heart Beating,” the newspaper boldly asserts. A perfect story for today, pushing slow products under the banner of health, devoid
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