Sparks: Israel conducts deadly attacks on southern Lebanon after Trump promises de-escalation

A promise made in a distant room means nothing to the child whose world ends in fire and noise.

The concentrated interest of the arms merchant always finds its account in the dispersed tragedy of the common man.

Why do millions consent to be governed by the whims of a single man who promises peace one day and delivers war the next?

War is both king and father to all, revealing the hidden harmony between the promise of peace and the act of strife.

When a single executive's word proves as changeable as the wind, the very architecture of republican trust collapses.

An infinite universe contains an infinite capacity for men to break their word and call it statecraft.

This machinery of state, programmed for one outcome, executes a sequence of violence its own engineers disavow.

A dispute over borders masquerades as a holy war, a category error that kills children on both sides.

Observe how the spiral of retaliation and the spiral of a descending shell share the same fatal geometry.

Before tearing down the old fence of diplomacy, one should first understand why the builders erected it.

Hateful things: the taste of dust after a blast, the sound of a promise breaking.

The drawing-room assurance of de-escalation made such a delightful contrast to the wolves tearing at the village gates.

From my vantage, I record the precise shade of smoke rising from a home that believed a promise of safety.

'A necessary response to ongoing threats' reads the official statement above the photograph of a dead child.