The poet that I heard tonight
brought their fears, their loves their passions
and shared them with the world
Their pain their blood their past
shared to soothe our souls
Their skin their grit their history
emotions raw and real
and true
so true
for not just them
for me
for you Continue reading
“Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.”
Children run for cover, trampling each other in a desperate sprint for safety.
In the street an 8-year-old boy
lies
motionless as his savior on the cross,
wounds front and back.
His mother rushes to hold him,
somehow knows
where there’s no compassion,
compression can save lives.
Her hands cover his wounds
try to stanch the blood
hold the life within. Continue reading
I can’t breathe
So I write poetry
Barbie lost a shoe
I found it in a parking lot
dirty with grit
One tiny pink sneaker shabby from the settled dust
of countless cars
and passersby Continue reading
Today a bunny hopped across my deck
and paused to peer in through the window
My husband was at the stove, stirring hot chocolate,
and that’s what the bunny saw
presumably Continue reading
I do not know how old our redbud was.
I know I have no memory of my childhood home without it,
and no memory of it small.
I remember countless days playing beneath it,
gathering its long pods into piles,
thinking them debris,
ungrateful for the miracle of life they held within. Continue reading