This Week's Writing 11/16/24

Jewish poetry, Chewbacca, crows, and tfg.

At least Gusgus looks content.

This is what I published this week.

If you read one thing by me this week, read:

Emma Lazarus and choosing the better diaspora. (Revealer)

Politics

Blue state governors gear up to fight Trump. (Public Notice)

It’s not safe to remain friends with MAGA. (EIH)

Trump is incompetent. (EIH)

Cultural Criticism

Exile, home, and the poetry of Rosa Nevadovska. (EIH)

The meaning of Star Wars is Chewbacca. (EIH)

Poetry

A poem about grief and crows. (Moss Puppy)

The Crow

We're not supposed to talk about it
but there's a crow on your head.

It should be too big to sit on your head,
but it rustles its feathers like a haze settling around you.
Its claws dig in. We don't look at the blood.

One peck and it takes your eye.
One caw and it takes your memory.
One caw and it takes your child.
One peck and you bleed inside.

The crow takes more until you are just the crow.
But we still pretend you are in there,
a heartbeat, the heartbeat we love
filling the feathery throat,
pulsing in that one rolling crow eye.

Even when the crow is a speck against the sun
we do not say goodbye.