Poetry
One Candle Now, Then Seven More
I grew up in a family that did not tellthe story. I am listening to…
Poetry
For a New Year
Let plain things please you againand every ordinary Monday.Bean soup in a white bowl,firewood in…
Poetry
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower
Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around…
Poetry
Trail of Tears: Our Removal
With lines unseen the land was broken.When surveyors came, we knewwhat the prophet had said…
Poetry
When a Certain Word Comes to You
This morning it was fluency,the title of a poem I found in a bookI laid…
Poetry
A House Called Tomorrow
You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—You are a hundred wild centuries And fifteen,…