“Hurt people hurt people” that’s what we say yet healing together seems so far away In loving forgiveness, grace may be found and the joy of connection exists all around within and between us the walls we have made may crumble and transform into paths that we pave with grateful remembering- we know who weContinue reading “A Poem for the New Year”
Category Archives: Poetry
Dreams from Quarantine
I fall asleep on the couch each night while trying to watch some escapist film meant to help me lay down the weight of this infected world which was heavy enough before we released Coronavirus from the wild like a tiger we thought we could tame with loved ones I know and those I don’tContinue reading “Dreams from Quarantine”
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My back is bentaching from strainso heavythis loadMy legs are strongmoving towardpurposeso driventhis soulMy arms are openstretching everoutwardso urgentthis acheMy heart is tornthreatening to breakso exquisitethis loveMy mind is clearholding onto truthso brilliantthis lightMy dreams are vividlycreating worlds ofthe possiblefrom pureimaginedpeaceno regardfor limitationsor laments forwhatneverwasMy essence connectswith the powerand promiseof that which the spirit knowsyetContinue reading “ad vitam”
(not) long ago
(not) long ago my great-great grandmother great-great aunts and uncles multitudes of unknown cousins my ancestors targeted oppressed encamped (not) long ago your great-great grandfather great-great aunts and uncles multitudes of unnamed cousins your ancestors targeted oppressed enslaved (not) long ago our indigenous relatives native aunts and uncles multitudes of unseen cousins our ancestors targeted oppressed exterminated (not) long from now our great-great grandchildren great-great nieces and nephews multitudes of unborn cousins our progeny targeted? oppressed? endangered? extinct? or free…
My Days
I spend my days thinking. Observing. Listening. Talking. Reading. Watching. And thinking some more. What is going on? Who is to blame? What can I do? Where will this lead? What does it all mean? I spend my days worried. Angry. Sad. Emboldened. Righteous. Inspired. And worried some more. How will we survive? When will weContinue reading “My Days”
Inspiration
so impatient I was to enter the world arrival unplanned mama couldn’t hold me isolated lungs undeveloped machine-aided breaths last rites somehow I survived so impatient I was to learn of the world knowledge unmapped teacher couldn’t stop me reading alone suspended in story breathlessly wondering how will it end? rebellious no ceremony no home somehow I survived so impatient I was toContinue reading “Inspiration”
My Self-Imposed Poetry Challenge
Recently, I decided to challenge myself to write in a form I don’t typically use- poetic verse. It’s outside of my comfort zone, but I’m beginning to really enjoy it and hope you do, as well! Please feel free to share any of the poems (with attribution or, preferably, through a direct link to thisContinue reading “My Self-Imposed Poetry Challenge”
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