You Were There — I Saw You
The morning after the election, I agonized about how to talk with my first-year students about the outcome.
Drone • Ferry Tale
The sky was a color / she loved most — / the holy blue / before Eid mornings.
Three Days Awake
Day 1: I woke and opened my eyes to a quiet morning, trying to feel if it was the end of an era.
Rolling Thunder
I was born like anyone else. Mom and Dad loved me like anyone else’s parents loved them. Like anyone else, after school, ran from skinheads.
In Spite Of
The night of the second presidential debate, I called my mother. It wasn’t supposed to be a political call;
Personal Pronouns
Omar annoyed me for the normal reasons that students annoy teachers.
The Great American Smackdown
Politics is like an awful off-Broadway play that can’t decide whether it’s a tragedy or a comedy.
Pantoum for Baltimore
On the streets of the two cities is found / a pattern or practice of conduct that violates / the Constitution or federal law
We Are Still Here
It is September 23, 2016, and you’re reading this because our classmates, faculty, campus, community, state, and nation didn’t listen last time
Lorca in New York
In the summer of 2015, I was working in Spain for a theater project with a Spaniard friend of mine.
Art in the space of social issues
