Is this worth it, just for some plastic? Just for some Made In China labels? Just for some security that was never ours? Another apartment was renovated in Brooklyn, yesterday. 3 generations of bodies move on, white faces walk in and name another place their own. Does the fountain shower head rain gold? Is theContinue reading “Complicit”
Category Archives: interconnectedness
A Share
Well, a TED talk share: http://www.ted.com/talks/robb_willer_how_to_have_better_political_conversations “Empathy and respect. Empathy and respect. If you think about , it’s the very least we owe our fellow citizens.”
Home
The journey inside a man will always begin and end with a woman. She taught us to peer up at the sky in contentment rather than glee, to leave the grass un-trampled, to look for food where you’d least expect to find it. She is every shade of blue and green and brownContinue reading “Home”
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
at the ocean
my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life. many men have tried It; we heard about it. It didn’t work. many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it. (proof enough) It didn’t work. we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”
Words
If you read my words, do not simply hold them in your mouth; taste them, see if they are to your liking, and spill them out into our silly little world. February 20, 2016
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Breath Incarnate
Originally posted on Embracing Forever:
Peace taken up by the flesh has a rhythm to it. A field of frozen grass and falling snow, mixed with true inhabitants, will ripple with tongues of steam. Life will move in and out of itself, and possibilities will disperse from their smoky origins, drift into the branches of trees…
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
A Poem
Sometimes, it’s not enough to write a poem. ………………………………………. “Feel it on your back,” she told me from the church cellar. “Know it by name,” he whispered through the garden; he chased the snake but only I could tell. “Let it loose,” she sang, leading the students to the edge, bird cage inContinue reading “A Poem”
Reaching Joy 