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Tax Time

Reading my receipts reveals

A woman who works, who

Goes to gas stations and grocery stores getting

Tacos, tea, and tic tacs

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America 2018

The tanks will run down the 171, And folks on the roadside will cheer. They’ll come up from the base down near Killeen. Past others who look on with fear.   The men will cry “Make America Great!” As they toss neighbors to the ground. Police in riot gear will pace the streets To make … Continue reading

Writing – Demographics with a human face

So I read this article from 2013 What’s Killing Poor White Women? For most Americans, life expectancy continues to rise—but not for uneducated white women. They have lost five years, and no one knows why. By Monica Potts http://prospect.org/article/whats-killing-poor-white-women and I really liked the way that it was written. The author took a demographic trend … Continue reading

The Death of the American Free Press

My father was a voracious consumer of news. When I was a child, I woke to news on the radio every morning. We also watched news on the television every evening before I went to bed. I remember watching the Iran hostage crisis, countless in-depth war zone reports, and Watergate. I hated Watergate. It was … Continue reading

Wall Flower

A ray of sun. Light strikes the wall. Flowers bloom and glow. Worms wriggle in the rain. Boughs bend nesting an egg. Plants crisscrossed in an array   beneath the sunlight where a former wallflower blooms beneath the glowworms smiling at rainbows as she chops eggplants to feed her young son. To feed her son … Continue reading

Defusing the culture of Blame

Just before the election, I was chatting with one of my students ( a white woman) about her life. She said that although she already has a bachelors degree in Biology and a two year nursing degree, the hospital where she works has now made a rule that all nurses must have a four year … Continue reading

ART

Mad is the poet in the wilderness, Crying at the moon for its brightness. Full of the pink of the cherry blossoms, falling like snow.   Lost is the sculptor in creation, Tearing at the clay like a fireman. Digging to release the young maiden, hidden below.   Quiet, the songwriter listens, Dumbstruck by the … Continue reading

My Mother was Facebook

When my mother died, it was like a sudden internet outage. Like being caught in a tunnel. Suddenly there were no updates on the saga of my first cousin’s new job, no updates on my brother’s travel itinerary. It was as if the service was gone and the towers had been knocked down. Continue reading

Why I write Poetry?

Writing Poetry, Is distilling language down, to the very core.

Cinderella’s Fall

A dream come true. A fairytale ending She had won her prince at last and moved into the shining castle. But her heart was still nestled in the cinders Black and cracked Something that crumbled in her hands.   The white walls were sterile and empty Her love, a night’s enchantment So in the end, … Continue reading