What love could learn from fungus if it would only listen
I wish you could spread in that restless, vindictive, ambling way — to not be held back, to spew spores …
Category Archives: Violence
When the cold wind blows
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away …
On healing and revolution
Gazing up this terrible mountain, you say, love is not enough, though when I add together everything else and stack …
Your body is returned
i. I know because you are me. You came here afraid, chased by storms. You huddle with spare, odd friends …
Waiting for the doctor
hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may …
Wondrous grit of life
o’ wondrous pain, illuminating discomfort — how you have painted this earth to suit your ease, the slow swing of …
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 …
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, …
Why is the woman with the dreadlocks looking away?
It came to me in a flash as I saw your black body escaping past the marsh, the others turned …
