Ten years later,
the sons of Abraham
are still
fighting and jockeying
for power and control
the Mothers
are still crying
and holding
and loving.
(Choose Love)
my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…
A little promo I did for my friend Aaron Dietz’s book Super. Buy the book. It’s, well, Super. 😉
first they were far away from a country girl riding bareback into the storm then they were buried beneath cubicles and his need for sports and security later they came wailing with the babies and their scattered, pressing needs now, my dreams come like a swarm of bats flying out of my heart to be…
speak to me with a soft mouth and i will open like a flower to the sun (for you) hold me with strong arms and i will offer all of my pink tenderness (to you) love me with heart open and i will live the tangled questions (with you)
The Sacrifice by Rites of Spring on Grooveshark “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainier Marie Rilke It is stormy today on this first day of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. For me, it is the perfect texture for this day. Spring can be a time…
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…