
Not knowing what’s going on in the world is not an option
but watching the news feels more like a daily downer.
It doesn’t inform but gives us another talk show we never asked for.

Not knowing what’s going on in the world is not an option
but watching the news feels more like a daily downer.
It doesn’t inform but gives us another talk show we never asked for.

I remember a time when we had political parties. They didn’t rule our everyday lives, neither was anything they did (or didn’t do) so interesting that we lost any sleep over it. We read the news and political discussion happened at the BBQ at the neighbor’s house, at work in the breakroom, or even after church.

It’s my blog and I hoped to be authentic and genuine, yet lately, I find myself tongue-tied in my head. There are so many things I want to write about, but I don’t do it and I am not sure why I hesitate. Am I getting older, not just on paper but also in my mind? Perhaps my ‘bite’ has become toothless and I pretend to be less critical.

I am an American by choice. I am an Austrian by birth. I have given the privilege to live -and have lived- in countries that give people (still) the right to vote and I am grateful.

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Something happened last week, that made me rethink and reevaluate my beliefs (?) or perhaps as someone who claims to be agnostic, I should not use the word BELIEVE, but instead call it opinion.

For years, the number of homeless people has been rising in Europe and in America but not in Finland. The country’s Housing First Program aims to eliminate the problem by 2027. But how?

Each morning we listen for what is breaking—
the sound of a thousand tragedies fills the air,
shattering that never stops,
headlines, a fleet of anchors tangled at our feet.

1979, three months before I graduated from the Gymnasium, I sat in our classroom in boarding school during our daily homework time and started writing an essay that would cause some controversy between the nuns and our worldly teachers. I wrote about the Middle East conflict. Some thought I was wrong, others thought I was bold, but all agreed I was too young to understand.

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People around the world are struggling with the consequences of the climate crisis. Concerns about what the future might bring are on all of our minds. The rising heat in the cities, droughts in the countryside, flooding, wildfires -it is all happening with greater frequency.

We interrupt this poem to bring you reports
of an explosion
of wild untruths and other signs that the news
is broken.