To people who think of themselves as God's houseguests, American enterprise must seem arrogant beyond belief. Or stupid. A nation of amnesiacs, proceeding as if there were no other day but today. Assuming the land could also forget what had been done to it.

I rarely think of poetry as something I make happen; it is more accurate to say that it happens to me. Like a summer storm, a house afire, or the coincidence of both on the same day.

Global commerce is driven by a single conviction: the inalienable right to earn profit, regardless of any human cost.

For Lou Ann, life itself was a life-threatening enterprise.

Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.

No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill.

Corn syrup and added fats have been outed as major ingredients in fast food, but they hide out in packaged foods too, even presumed-innocent ones like crackers.