AG2025_1170201a or about the future


What Green Card Holders Should Know in Preparing to Travel Outside the U.S. (NYTimes)

border checkpoints have enacted what the White House refers to as “advanced vetting.” The measures, which include detaining and deporting tourists, have led allied countries, like Germany, to update travel advisories for their citizens about traveling to the United States

The Department of Homeland Security in April announced that it would screen immigrants’ social media for evidence of antisemitism, which it said would be grounds for “denying immigration benefit requests.” The screen looks for evidence of “endorsing, espousing, promoting, or supporting antisemitic terrorism,” according to the statement.

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Mr. Wildes also recommended that green card holders who travel frequently apply for Global Entry, a C.B.P. program that expedites the clearance process when entering the United States.


All I ever wanted was Bird’s game, 
quietly telling opponents the spot on the floor where he
would
rise, after a screen and two dribbles, in the corner like a
yellow
sun and let the ball fly. I’m always writing to you 
to remind myself that all love poems are about the future. 
Under the bright lights of this metaphor, I’m digging deep,
not
vanishing when it matters most, to find the heart to take a
shot
when the clock winds down to nothing.

Bird, Tomás Q. Morín

A trope is


A trope is nothing other than falling 
in love with repetition! Buy 
your girlfriend flowers that are 
metaphorical—in the sense that stars
are always metaphorical [un-
purchaseable; henceforth! anti-
capitalist [?].] Look at yourself,
you’re 265 years old and still 
breaking hearts, tenderly, 
slowly, all those good ways—with words,
words, those secret mirrors. 

Five Words for William Blake on His 265th Birthday (after Jack Spicer), S. Yarberry

Also, Tyger Quarterly, Issue 11: Fall 2024.

AG2020_1480772b- or don’t that be jazz?


Tamora’s baby came out Black, you say? Damn. The more
I hear of Aaron the Moor, the more I think: don’t that be jazz?

A note above ~ A note below ~ The note between ~
The tonic ~ Enclosed ~ Pivoted up ~ Octave ~ That be jazz.

Oh, if the bard could be Black! Her stride would be royal, jeweled toes?…?
your ideas must speak. Aaron and more. Till’s name still rises! That be jazz.

Such Sweet Thunder, A. Van Jordan