There’s a blaze of light In every word, It doesn’t matter which you heard, The holy or the broken – Hallelujah! Leonard Cohen There were two holy places … Continue reading →
At almost 74, of all the people in my life, it may be the teachers I remember most vividly. Mrs. Kelly, my first grade teacher (who began it all); my … Continue reading →
The Weaponization of Everyday Life Guns. In a country with more than 300 million of them, a country that’s recently been swept up in a round of protests over the … Continue reading →
You deserve to be punished with several fists to your face! You’re nothing but a troublemaker! I’ve had enough of your Racist talk! You’d better watch what you say and … Continue reading →
My poems, whatever their other springs may be, flow from the meter of my inner voice in creative conflict with an ineradicable sob. When my breathing is interrupted by a … Continue reading →
“We’re just beginning to bring those Indigenous perspectives forward again.” . Zintkala Mahpiya Win Blackowl didn’t plan to have her sixth baby in a tipi on the windy plains of … Continue reading →
The crocus came up two days ago. I wondered how long it might take to get some sign that spring was on the way. There they are, tough little flowers … Continue reading →
As a species, we have been unable to meet the challenges posed by our own misguided attachment to growth.
Because we have the archer, I always arise about the same time to walk him. He lies patient and silent in his crate as I dress in the big room, … Continue reading →
Last weekend, I bought a ticket to safer schools. I went to a high school musical. As I entered the halls of learning, I sensed the vulnerability of students there. … Continue reading →
Already Hell Enough for This Muslim-American Understand this: I’m an American veteran. I’m also a Muslim-American in a country in which, in these years, that hasn’t exactly been the happiest … Continue reading →
That weekend started off with another encounter with the woman who always tailgates me when I’m trying to stay somewhat close to the school zone speed limit. I’d just dropped … Continue reading →
March 16, 1968. Fifty years ago, U. S. soldiers killed as many as 504 unarmed Vietnamese civilians. Perhaps the worst war crime in American history. Two years after that, I … Continue reading →
In the 2010 indie film The Way, the actor Emilio Estevez says to the actor Martin Sheen, who’s both Estevez’s on-screen and real-life father: “You don’t choose a life, Dad. … Continue reading →