Featured Poem

Red Wind Sky

Shot in the evening on a hot summer day.

Let the hands we hold give us strength and the voices inside a resting place.

Criteria.

Criteria

You tell me, what did I do?
I’m not the one that said he hated us.
But you all believed him—
so I hated me too.
But then he went and changed his mind.
And the rest followed like a hive.
That’s something I didn’t do.
That’s why it still feels
I’m sitting in that pew.
Who told you
…you got to do that?
Who told you
…it wasn’t going to hurt anyone?
Who told you
…some people didn’t belong?
Who told you
…to tell a child
…they didn’t belong?
Who told you
…love was conditional?
Who told you
…you could just go on
…as if nothing
…was ever
…said.
nobody told me either
Becoming

Becoming

What I represent is a break
in the fabric of your reality.

That’s why you are so desperate
to nail down a pro-
noun—
you need to be reminded of a cri-
teria.

That resistance to feel my presence 
That measure you want under an email
That need to catalog your definition of “OTHER”

Speaks through the badge that is only loyal to a hive.
Poem 4

Catalyst

Close your eyes.  
Close my eyes.  
See my heart  
without my head.
Poem 5

Owl

The broken lock seemed to be a sign.
The voice echoed—who held our dust?
Every aisle lay clean.
Only the child saw:
one kept its glove;
for dust lay beneath it.
Poem 6

Buckets

The ladies never wondered.
They became ghosts of their own shadows.
A lie within the mirrors of their houses.
They grew old without a second thought.

Red Wind Sky

I sit in a room dressed by someone who has seen no evil
I look at walls of plum purple and can feel the time we were small

please walk with me through the valley of maybe, please
let the hands we hold give us strength and the voices inside a resting place

we send word for our brothers and sisters to stand guard
because we need to save those who see no evil when they sleep
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