A hate-filled house – Anger dripping from its beams – Is a decrepit house Rotting at the seams. That selfish wrath we spew All the “I haves, mine, and this is only for me” All … Continue reading A House Built on Hate
“It’s not about money. It is about compassion,” said a local city council member at a meeting earlier this week. He spoke with such poise and kindness, I deeply felt the broader truth behind his statement on a local measure. Over and over since, I’ve come back to his words: It is about compassion. Each […]
I meant to share this ages ago, and found it rummaging in my “Drafts” folder due to general sleeplessness. Please check it out, and please check out Kimya Dawson’s “At the Seams”.
And as my sister said – compassion.
There are so many little things that roll together into a ball that make life joyful. So, here are just a few of the little things that brightened my day: … Continue reading The Little Things
Another name is said Another child dead Oh, Quanice Hayes, You should have lived Many thousand more days Not much is known But little need be known You were a … Continue reading A Life Cut Short
I am a rock Rough edged Unhewn I hide in my cave Surrounded by quiet I hear the crash Of a distant wave But I remain Silent Unmoved. I am … Continue reading The Rock and the Pebble
Oops, I meant to share this with my blog fam a while ago, but here’s something I wrote for Progressive Army a little over a week ago: Holding Onto Hope – The Key … Continue reading Holding Onto Hope
I wrote something almost a week ago, just a little Facebook post one evening, and I realized that I keep falling back on this trend of feeling angry about the … Continue reading The America Yet to Be