how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink. you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.) I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”
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Blood
It is sacred– like limited water running across the Sahara I nourish every sip of forgotten holy land, hand born privilege unlimited love my face mirrors my father’s, gives thanks to my mother’s three-time-giving-birth- to-poetry that kept the old river running, just added some new water to the brink. Family: it is sacred for never willContinue reading “Blood”
Reaching Joy 