heal under the trees
no harm to anything
calm
like all things under the sun
I am a temporary thing
smooth my being
lull me with your singing
...
She would sing to me
all the time
she loved to chirp like the little birds
that would land on her pomegranate trees

even on her wheelchair she’d find a song with my name in it and sing “mi Lupita”

For me there is was only love I wanted to give
everytime it felt easy
natural to give
that was all
all I intended to do
and when I held my hand out
there was nothing
except the wind that blew
and I knew your hand wasn’t for me or else it would of decided to reach out too

I do not regret a thing
you mean that much to me
that I would take the leap again even if I got a do over
I mean so much to myself, I would give myself the opportunity to go after what made my heart sing

For some this is just an election but for me this a marathon
a marathon I will be running my entire life

saving the image of USA will not diminish the number of people who voted to re-elect someone who openly flamed racism’s fire

Dear beloved
You have given me your line, drew it well and so I honor it that is now the only way I can show love and respect.

I chose peace.

I empty my pencil case over the wooden surface of my table it is time to pour out all the colors and use them to scribble
to jot down and dream something lovelier

I will slowly wake and decide that the day is beautiful and that it presents me with opportunity
that it is another great gift one is given
and that I should never forget that much
that quickly