Katherine Blesie

so I imagine seeds like lemons have/ and spit out the pit in my stomach

These flags had been carried by people, tucked away safely in their clothes.

Mom is making me write this letter, which is stupid when you think about it because you can’t read and I don’t remember you, but you know Mom so here we are.

Frequently on such a visit, one of those nonhuman Hominidae will stare back at me with curiosity. Moments like this make it hard not to wonder what they think of us. 

You, who snake above with sails unfurled Wind-blown toward a distant world

Tess Taylor, an acclaimed writer who was born and raised in the Bay Area, has spent the last year traveling back to the places in California that Lange once photographed.

In 21st century America, that cultural zeitgeist is informed markedly by what is posted online. Public figures and incorporated businesses feel the judgments of the public much more acutely than they did in 1970.