A mother is accepting of anything, Whether it be pain from a laborious battle or grief from the loss of one, She will rise to the occasion for any child even if they aren’t her offspring. In order to protect the young she will go…

~ From afar, The world watches As you smile As your energy provokes One After Another Gift, One After Another Friend ~ Is it you Who carries The Message or The Message That carries you? ~ Friends twining together From across a city From across…

If I were famous are you kidding me? this girl’s not ready eyes all on my mussed face any day, any time or place can’t even peek out to let the dog run about without prying eyes I’d need a disguise or a pseudonym to…

She is the sun Bringing forth light To the dim lonely closets Making the moments light. She is the package of your dreams Like an eagle still soaring Every day selflessly living And with hope, she is scaling. Her aura is inviting Every troubled soul…

Born in an open-air prison Raised with no freedom under oppression Her people calling out for liberation They fight with cameras Recording violations For the world to see To hear Their story She is Sahrawi. I met her in Europe Demanding justice from the powerful…

The world stood still To the smattering smear of a viral pellet Disrupting every postulation With images of illusion… It grounded every dream With a paradox of reclusion The sweeping might of this spatial plague Has continued to haunt and hack Every unsuspecting tramp in…

  THE GODDESS OF SHOWING UP –for Mohini Sharma   Mohini, our shining star a slayer of demons long before we met & don’t get sweet or humble like you do I checked Wikipedia & it’s the second paragraph under your LEGENDS   & you…

I do not know her. Not in the sense “does anyone really know another person,” But in the sense “she lived a tormented life” “she was genius” “she eviscerated her soul, and turned it into poetry” “she was narcissistic” “she was severely depressed” “she tried…

Life’s Hero in a Pandemic, Poetry Submission #1, Ann WJ White My mother sits in her living room, polishing grave stones from afar. She paces back and forth on worn carpet, exercising her legs and mind. The photos she takes from the window highlight trees…

I come by my radical feminism honestly as scrupulously as can a middle-aged guy like me I come from a long line of strong women immigrants occupation resistors pogrom survivors Great Depression scrappers and savers who made do and much more blue-collar unionists organizers women…