by Ben MyersI don’t know what I am supposed to say, the TV barking on its chain all day: the black ski-masks, guns, bombs enough to blow a block apart.
Just ½ an hour ago, I was talking to my husband about how overwhelmed our 15 year daughter is by climate change news and wondering how to help her. “I don’t know what” either, but such a comfort to have the experience of a parent in this position expressed so poignantly for me by your poem.
Beautiful, Ben. I also have young children. I had to teach my 11 year old son about abortion, and we both wept.
Just ½ an hour ago, I was talking to my husband about how overwhelmed our 15 year daughter is by climate change news and wondering how to help her. “I don’t know what” either, but such a comfort to have the experience of a parent in this position expressed so poignantly for me by your poem.
Lovely work. Heartbreaking.
I remember explaining what oral sex was to my young children, when Clinton was in office. How innocent that seems in today's world