FORT CAMPBELL, Kentucky (AP) -- A U.S. soldier broke down in tears in court as he described his role in the gang rape and slaying of a 14-year-old Iraqi girl and the killing of her family last year ( Read more... )

"We know that if we leave Iraq before the mission is completed, the enemy is going to come after us," Cheney said ( Read more... )

we wait and wait
for the concrete to shake
while children's pajamas
patterned in trains
twist in sheets
we wait for wrought iron wheels
to spin in our direction
we wait for the whistle on the tracks
we wait for the concrete to shake

i'm loving this new disguise.

i can stand there on the platform in plain daylight with orange lipstick on and tall boots
and a big coat and a big obnoxiously rainbow colored scarf and no hat
my bangs aren't even in my face

and i'm staring straight at them, thinking, i know you.
and they all walk right past me!

has that much changed?

i hate the city at night when it firsts starts snowing and everybody else is completly charmed by it, and children hope for it to snow all night so that school is cancelled ( Read more... )

so today i went outside and it was 70 degrees. and my weather widget tells me that the rest of the week will be this warm. and my mother tells me that a small town near the north pole's water level has risen six inches and they are afraid of going under. and my father tells me that it's practically armageddon. i find this global warming thing ( Read more... )

6 am asleep with francesca ( Read more... )

no home, no four walls with a kitchen and a place to sit down and many many couches to rest on and a tv to stare at, no tv, you sit on your bed, lay in it, look at the ceiling, look at a book that you are holding in your hand, doze off, dream of what you are going to do the next day, dream of the next moment when you get out of bed and have a glass ( Read more... )

wooden needles touch and they sing quietly, they crow, they quietly connect the soft color, they knot the soft strings, they connect ( Read more... )

a foot, two tiny hands and a foot, two blurry eyes turn and when they turn back the foot slips and the fingers are plucked one by one, digit by digit each finger slips until there are none, slips from the wooden platform they gripped they slip from the planks the wooden boards cut from pine and relocated, screwed back into an oak, that platform, ( Read more... )