here we are. winning.
by a margin way too slim.
at least we win her.
Kamala for the Win
beliefs
Blue Morning
invading our walk
this kitty thinks she’s a dog
(Trump’s America)
but we’ll win it back
as i splash blue on two screens
for my kids to watch
Dear Fellow White Voters
your majority
is as fleeting as winter
during climate change
Just Three Words
Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of
every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words
The Blues. For Blue.
every election:
because they are so diverse
urbanites vote blue
all it really takes
is a short conversation
with someone different
Baker Love
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope
End of…
fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.
What Is Left?
hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak
setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today
social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.
to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.
Democracy in Action
on this dreary day
plagued by plagues, wildfires
votes matter so much
Heartbreak #109 for Year 2020
arriving today:
my kids who text me daily
my kids, yes, my kids
did she read my words?
did she see what i just wrote?
alas, i’m tired
i want to see them
just as he does, biking there
in the midst of lunch
seeing their faces,
having a conversation
without this damn screen
