“the word- / less blues cry of Hope”
Poem: A blessing for the one in the scrubs
May you know that you are loved.
Know that we are connected / in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
‘Illegal’ immigrants & legal inhumanity
who are we the people to keep people / from cropping the ‘amber waves of grain’
Pearls of catkins / illumine the willow’s branches
My grandmother’s grinding stone / El molcajete de mi abuelita
Surviving is made of the shadows of the grinding stone.
The invisible woman
‘You said it was for the best if my soul remained hidden. . . . I believed you for a time.’
Your stories belong to you
no one can rename you
Other, it can’t stick, as you offer the gift
of being and saying who you are.
Show me your channels of hope.
dear earth, / teach us to stand / like trees
Are you to serve / a bigger purpose with your resistance?
Late thoughts on the existence of God
A crack on the face of the sphere / Begat innumerable tributaries.