time to say "see ya"
but rain chills the air
no place to go
in such cold.
tomorrow seems the same,
no one to say "I'll miss you,"
the neighborhood dank with loss
no one home
windows dark
the clouds close as fog.
we think of faces,
those moments of connection,
but the electricity is off
and the day promises
darkness, nothing
urges surrender more
than defeat.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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