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.
imagine your / body out- / living your / mind.
Light of trees
shadows of clouds / hurrying to some reunion
Show me your channels of hope.
dear earth, / teach us to stand / like trees
Are you to serve / a bigger purpose with your resistance?