The flames have been fanned, our system of hate is in place, Decades of fears – of the muslim, the immigrant, the refugee’s face, The fear’s locked in, right where … Continue reading White Terrorism
A House Built on Hate
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
Broken Things
“We need to fix her!” He exclaimed bemusedly “But I don’t know how She’s so lost. So far beyond reach.” At a loss for words I simply thought Who are … Continue reading Broken Things
A Rainbow’s Song
There are days that seem magical Not because everything was great But because all the simple things Fell right into place And the laughter And the harmony For those silly … Continue reading A Rainbow’s Song
A heart cracked open
“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 […]
via A heart cracked open — The Monster in Your Closet
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.
The Little Things
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
A Life Cut Short
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
The Rock and the Pebble
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
Peaceful Protests and Militarized Police
On Tuesday evening, I read the news and saw an image from my town of a 66-year-old woman with a bloodied and muddied face, who had been tackled while engaged in … Continue reading Peaceful Protests and Militarized Police
Holding Onto Hope
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
