Birds in a Mirror (After the image “Cloud Dance” by Claire Ibarra) Eyes locked with the old man, I’m reminded of stark trees naked in winter branches devoid of color, only a remembrance of beauty. Mottled with imperfection, his body… Continue Reading →
A Lament for Truth I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. – Martin Luther King, Jr. Tears caress cheeks as we gather to mourn: Truth is dead. It may have won some day but… Continue Reading →
Is this poem real? Foucault claimed we are all inventions of ourselves, defined into bondage by those who would control us. Scientists classify genus and species to separate, organize but we’re still cousins to great apes. You can see it… Continue Reading →
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