Poetry at 50, in the US, as a woman [white], 2021, during a pandemic, in a glorious & painful spring, a flash poem, in four parts

1. Our flags always fly at half-mast now.Wide and unhealed wounds on high for the world to seeflap dripping loss and pus rains down into the public square. Below themwhite men, whips still in handand a few hard-yoked women, their heads downplodding alongfacing only...

How to Be Heard by a Total Asshole

Be quiet for gratitude. Give yourself time to notice the privileges sent your way today. Not everyone is so fortunate. When you see how lucky you are, you show up humble. When you see how lucky you are, you can listen and connect. Lose sight of that and in one breath,...