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 momentMy hands around your waistThe lift and movementThe lack of haste
Your body intimate and controlledUnwinding and unfurledAnd 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 SchoolAnother lock down dueTo some kids with gunsApproaching the ground, my kid’s pun she throw downWhile they gather their courageHer class room stays locked up, tightNo cell phone reception, no physical protectionNo way to let us know…