leading via flags:
half-mast for Asian victims;
visit to Georgia
against the blue sky
we try to erase their hate
with gestures of love
What Leadership Looks Like
grief
And Tears
trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
January 6, 2021
my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)
A Gift from 2020
a personal gift
from her aunt, for Sweet Sixteen
ripped open, stolen
how dark can it get?
two Honduran hurricanes,
pandemic, no school?
and now birthday gifts
being stolen from our porch
while we sit like sheep?
Dear Fellow White Voters
your majority
is as fleeting as winter
during climate change
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
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.
Fire and Ice
water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath
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