Monday, May 20, 2013

I Sing Glory

Sing the glory of sunlight dreams. I,
bring morning from the muted darkness. I,
ring greetings from muddy streams. I,
fling jewelry into naked starkness. I,
string embroideries into enfolded seam. I,
cling to this life by any means.


Iran, Israel, Trump, and a Possible War

 Sister texted me asking if we're going to war with Iran. Then a friend asked the same question. Well, I don't know, but there’s a f...