Where is January and the birth of a new year? I scrambled to keep up with the continuous unfolding of events: childhoods’ end, rites of passage, cataclysmic change, and looked up to notice it is August. The year now worn … Keep reading . . .
tonight i will dance
an ancient tale of spirit
to warm winter’s chill
with flash of silver gliding
through dark, smoky rooms
funky drum beats lead the way
Let freedom ring!
child of liberty,
the bell tolls for thee,
whose way to eternity is paved with lead.
No fallen soldier or hero in battle
would make you thus,
an emblem of sorrow,
or price of victory.
While cries … Keep reading . . .
Nothing is finished
liminal space between worlds
waiting, watching, still
