This morning, I hauled to the streetA heavy wooden pallet, so beatThe workmen had left it behind:Its boards, rough-hewn and splinteringAgainst the asphalt. When I leanedIt on the dumpster, with some twineAnd flattened cardboard boxes, too,For the trash-man, a March gust blewAnd overturned what I had
One need not believe that ours are the worst of times to believe they are pretty bad—nonetheless it is a time for poetry.
The argument tying more legal abortion to the plight of poor women is old.
The longevity gap also can exacerbate inequalities already present in society.
Until cable companies are exposed to meaningful competition, we should not trust them to have consumer interests at heart.
Seen as a great human undertaking, astronomy becomes a pursuit very much worth our time, our money and our imagination.