About her poem, Robin Clark says, “America is a new America. The future is unknown, but I do feel hope. I do believe in us…it’s just the hoops we are yet to jump through, to…
It’s been a year of letting go–for all of us. I have watched all of you do it lovingly, truthfully and with a grace. I have seen some of you send your children off to…
You gave me life and safety,Bundled me in future’s light;Your sugared kisses brought a grinWhen I was fussy in my night. You let me hide and then uncoveredAll gifts you knew I had.You reminded me…
I am an old pirate; I’m sailing alone.My treasure, long buried, where once was my home.My battles, no longer, just storms on the sea;With my head ‘bove the water, tryin’ to keep hold of me:‘Nother…
Children under a table;Unable…To scream;Unable…To make sense–Of what seems–We do not care.We cannot share in these tears,Of murdered years,Left on the table…Unable. Children, meant to sing out;Instead,Bullets ring outWith no warning.In mourningWe march the dirge;Where…
She took across the desert, As the Queen atop her beast:Dizzied by the monsters,Crossing over from the East. Like locusts, they ate of the land:The souls of native men.Leaving orts of carnage in their path;Hearts…
And in the night I stand alone:In the distance, soft guitar;The clouds, like rivers, rush above–Taking with them every star. My heart beats out of rhythm;For it knows my tattered gown:Where dreams have all but…
I traveled so far:I forgot the joy,And the first boy Who came to kiss me at the fair. I traveled so far:I forgot my dancin’ shoes;And how to feel the blues.And those dreams come true,Which…
