I posted this poem days ago. And then a few nights later I read it out loud to a group of fellow “creatives” (they did
Category: poetry
All Lives [Never] Matter[ed]
What is this uproar Of “All Lives Matter”? As if all of them ever did? As if those first white-faced arrivals Cared about the natives
Mother’s Day, 2010
Not a poem, really. More like a stream of consciousness… He was alive on Mother’s Day. Did he already know? Was a plan in motion?
Here’s Some Ativan. You’re Welcome.
This beautiful poem, entitled “Pandemic,” somehow landed in my inbox. As I read it, I found myself taking a deep, cleansing breath. Actually, a few.
You’re Still Here
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You
The Sisterhood(s)
The 3 of us, my first sisterhood: I was 7 and 9 when Camelia and then Claudia (we called her “Nikki”) joined the family. I
From A Former Worry Warrior
I WORRIED I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was
Giving Thanks
Thank you to the Warrior Women, The mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, The Suffragettes and Women’s Libbers Who marched and died, The noisy ones, the angry
This Is Not That Time
There is a time to wave the white flag, Because conflict is exhausting, And battling reality can be a fool’s errand, But this is not
… – – – … (S.O.S.)
THE UNITED STATES FLAG CODE Title 4, Chapter 1 § 8(a)The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire
I Would Have Liked
I would have liked… to know your 28-year old self, to give you a hard time about not blessing me with grandhildren (or blessing me
Eclipse
It was a good day. The country united in awe, Remembering how insignificant we are in the Universal scheme of things. A rare event,
