Life in a Day
I’ve missed so many dawns and early mornings. There is such beauty and potential to admire in them, but we […]
I’ve missed so many dawns and early mornings. There is such beauty and potential to admire in them, but we […]
On a deserted Oakland freeway after a leisurely June evening of free writes and rough drafts I speed toward the
I A vial, a syringe, a long thin flow of hope is rising. Desperate to know fatigue and chemofog
On my old physics teacher’s homemade poster at a political rally for another crooked businessman, is an angel-winged fetus &
O Lord of the inverted verb,
You Who alone vouchsafe and deign,
Whom simpler diction might perturb,
To Whom we may not make things plain
When police broke into his room at the famous Oregon ashram after reports of guns, abuse, political threats, he sighed: