caroling for hope
finding it behind closed doors
that our songs open
Hope for the Holidays
caroling for hope
finding it behind closed doors
that our songs open
poetry
Weekday Dawn
painting the morning
with a cotton candy brush
winter is redeemed
Moon Searching
late nights, early morns:
moonlighting my way to hope
around each corner
(it rises despite
city business beating it
into a soft glow)
We Got This
postcard messages
and snowflakes cut into hope:
proof that love trumps hate
Tower of Love
on a moonlit night
bubbles of humanity
brighten the night sky
Duly Awarded
all i can hope for:
tomorrow’s women will win
and beat this bastard
Words
i’ve lost too many
to gather in these tough days
since the election
The Battle Begins
i want art to win
to remind us of our past
not steal our future
our hope gets swallowed
behind headlines; dictators
costumed by deceit
i want art to win
for every imagined star
hooked by my daughters
for these costumed shells
to bring beauty back to us
before it’s too late
Hike it Out
a mountain escape
from the netherworld life
since the election
Bleed Purple
hope comes in colors
pinned up for future voices
who will fix this mess
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