The day which marks our freedom dawns anew, but just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
If I ran the zoo (hey, you know what? I do!)
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
speechless wonder at the brutality of it all.
convenient, I say, They in their boat, I in mine. Let’s just blame the storm.
“woke” won’t work,
not nearly enough.
Those of you who know me or follow my blog know I was disappointed with Tuesday’s election. I thought then … More