In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.

Black as night and as beautiful as forever.

The dream might have been more than a dream. It was as if a door in the wall of reality had come ajar... and now all sorts of unwelcome things were flying through.

You'll consider what you did wrong & bookend your reflections with hunger - no supper, no breakfast.

What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

What charitable 1 percenters can't do is assume responsibility - America's national responsibilities: the care of its sick and its poor, the education of its young, the repair of its failing infrastructure, the repayment of its staggering war debts.