Pandemic Emotions, September 2020

Pandemic Emotions, September 2020

This is for Bayo, who prompts me to be more honest and open, more me, and to let go into becoming more us... Some friends are saddened right now by humanity's apparent reactionary rush to re-occupy familiar ways during this Covid-19 global pandemic (known as the Great...

What I’m Made Of

What I’m Made Of

Thanks for the fun prompt, Natalie Kinsey! I wrote this poem for fun two years ago, on January 9, 2017. Just re-found it. Forgot to publish it. Whoops. Since it still rings true, seems worth publishing now... What I'm Made Of I am made almost entirely of open sky ...

Life 101

Life 101

i. see her there that wide open tree out my window the one with gray arm branches, no leaves, and peeling bark? holding divine moss in perfectly twisted hands? the one that all the flickers love? I am breaking, she says, just breaking. ii. Here in this valley between...

Refugees

Refugees

Since the inauguration two weeks ago, I've been having nightmares. I was too freaked out to share them, until I read Sherman Alexie's new poem Autopsy about his dream that his passport was bleeding. Thank you, master poet. For sharing your pain. I woke up the other...

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