Excerpts on three big topics
WAR
hands smeared in red paint to
portray, to say, these are the dreams of our children
dead, this is Palestinian
blood smeared on every face left unwept
- from To the Tens of Thousands, In the Streets, Protesting, In My Heart
LOVE
we are looking for love
in the dusty alleyways of burning cities
in the neon-lit dreariness of disease
in the comfort of arms that hold
and ease
we are all looking for love
in lingering glances that hesitantly
tease
- from Over Dinner
LOSS
i learn to say goodbye with every hello we share
i learn to clench my pumping heart
to still my grinding teeth
to accept that i am not called upon
that you alone will be able to follow the siren song
- from Cello Talk