The meadow prefers no trespassers
or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far …
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I think of love
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. …
Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird
Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, …
I do not cry loud for battle
I do not cry loud for battle having given my hand already having held my dying kin having rested under …
Memorial stone
I can leave you only a wisp of my breath and honest intent as I pause, watching you, with both …
It is what comes after
Though in a world of doubt surrounded, our river plies, churns, hides its own error, misgiving, re-creation, courage of moment, …
Book of changes, i
The sun was bright today, but not enough to keep the lanterns lit tonight. Bare tree branches in tangled knots …
Holding still
My gift to you is that I stand still, regardless of how the world flips and turns, regardless of how …
Finding the universe
It is hard to see the universe
in this tiny blue room.
The light is too bright;
Our history
Our history, our lives together, is held in tiny scraps scattered across the expanse and stored in countless libraries, monuments, …
