Express or Die

There were seven of us in my family: Three big-brothers, one big-sister A big father, a big mother And me They all died And here is my cry…     Ours was a home of the party-line Lesser-laws could be said out loud That was fine, But the Martial-law Was a...

I’m Listening

What is being said? …by the birds by another person by the wind whipping under clouds crashing together making thunder, Or a simple lack of noise Breathing a quiet tick, tick, tick   I had (well ok, still have) a lot to say To share To explain To extrapolate and...

Finding No

Where were you when I needed you so bad? All I had Was, “well…ok” or “maaaybe”, Which really meant: “do what you want baby”    So you came over after midnight and tied me up And after you finished shooting off… Asked me to whip-up a gourmet stroganoff  ...

Finding Yes

Before when life was a mess I didn’t allow in the simpleness of YES A breathe-in of ease A song of calm Permission for mission-me   The answer my worried self has always dreamed of… Am I safe? –  YES Is it ok? – YES Will it last? – YES Do I...
Guerilla Street Poetry

Guerilla Street Poetry

That last event, Unsilenced Grief, wet my poetry-whistle and subsequently I blew out a series of poems that moved from the darkness of traumatic grief into the light of the present…the light of healing. The poem from that installation, Now That I Don’t Need...