Beautiful people, April is recognized as National Sexual Assault Awareness Month and National Child Abuse Prevention Month, and it also contains National Crime Victim’s Rights Awareness Week. In honor of survivors of childhood sexual…
I think that T.S. Elliot had it wrong when he famously said that "April is the cruelest month" as the opening to his poem, The Wasteland, written in 1922 for…
A long time ago, a man I once tried to love nearly killed me, held me at gunpoint and brutalized me for 17 hours in what had once been our…
The moon is rising above the spine of the mountains where I live. It is clear and cold tonight, the sky vaulted cobalt, pinned with attendant stars, only hours before…
For so many reasons, obvious and otherwise, I've returned to reading one poem by another writer and writing one new prayer of my own, every day, in an effort toanchor…
The world seems determined to go to hell in the proverbial hand basket, so I went and got a new helmet that I love, and I’m writing in White Sands…
I’m out for a few days, 9,000 feet up, thin air, big sky and an endless range of mountains stacked against each other. New Mex locks down again on Monday,…
This moment we are living, right now, is lifetimes in the making."Rosa sat so Ruby could walk, so Kamala could run."ALL PEACE TO EACH ONE OF YOU. DORA(My thanks to…
Please be kind. Please be gentle with yourself, and with the people around you. Please remember to breathe evenly when you feel yourself breathless, and to look at the sky…
I step outside just before dusk, and I’m in Middle Earth again. Every day I remind myself to look for beauty that asks nothing of me but my attention, and…
Early voting for the US election opened in my community two days ago. To ensure that my ballot, vote and voice are counted, I'm here using one of the voices…
The sky is wide and forgiving.There were leaves and grass in my hairand a different look about me when you loved me.In the mirror, my morning face is map relief.You…
When I feel like the world is going a bit crazy, I go look at the moon. That sister has seen some things. And she just keeps throwing her light…
How I feel when I lose patience with blatant injustice. Which is, currently, often.“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetnessas…
I woke before dawn, in that deep bell of velvet and cobalt, to the smell of smoke from distant fires surrounding us and the feel of the air cooler than…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk8VibKA4Ws&feature=emb_logo I miss the open road. I miss the feel of the sky in different landscapes. I miss the sound of voices speaking different languages, sounding different accents and turns…