Let America Be America Again

A young man born in Joplin, Missouri in 1902, inspired by the blues and his own experience, wrote the poem “Let America Be America Again.” Today, we hear men and women, young and old, yelling at us about what America should be. They tell us to Make America Great Again. Make America Smart Again. MakeContinue reading “Let America Be America Again”

Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

There she is. . . The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of theContinue reading “Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.”

Neruda’s Love Poems – Rewritten

I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. in the skin of the grapes I thought I touched you. do not take from me your laughter. when your laughter enters it opens for me all the doors of life. inContinue reading “Neruda’s Love Poems – Rewritten”

Native

Across the sand Bare feet deep breath dive in calm, clear, teal farther and farther lungs scream tiny schools mermaid hair soft sand reflections waves tepid Atlantic wraps around skin hearts aglow loyal sunshine foggy brain molecules cling his presence lingers dive deep

Let’s Get Something Straight

The term “feminist.” It does not mean I don’t want a boy or girl to open doors for me. Please hold my hand. And walk me home. It does not mean I won’t do the dishes and the laundry and vacuum. And feed us. Every week. Which is why You should too, occasionally or always. ItContinue reading “Let’s Get Something Straight”

Ordinary Won’t Do

In what world is this Too pretty to kiss Too bold to relate Too pedantic about fate Too sure to question Too pure, this breath Too undying this passion Too soon this death Where mediocrity thrives, certainty dies Petulance cries and devotion tries For a stronger pull in this way or that The way strangersContinue reading “Ordinary Won’t Do”

The Eye of the Blind

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say So the artist beholds to place on display An eye in a camera, some paint, choice words Ten fingers who consistently find the right chords   Like an artery carrying blood from the heart Where your pulse is the beauty and your blood is myContinue reading “The Eye of the Blind”