Internally,

To reply to Anger with nothing, is to make Anger nothing;

To reply to Sadness with nothing, is to make Sadness nothing;

To reply to Despair with nothing, is to make Despair nothing;

It was that moment
My hands around your waist
The lift and movement
The lack of haste

Your body intimate and controlled
Unwinding and unfurled
And all I knew of us was one

Woman with umbrella, sons huddled, looking impatiently through the drizzle for their bus to come

Children in their winter coats, hoods thrown up, laughing, smiling, milling about in tiny circles, endlessly passing time

I first learned of Pride when I was 17. I had moved from the middle of nowhere Indiana where I had spent the bulk of my youth, to…

Another State, another School
Another lock down due
To some kids with guns
Approaching the ground, my kid’s pun she throw down
While they gather their courage
Her class room stays locked up, tight
No cell phone reception, no physical protection
No way to let us know…