End of November Poems
I lie on the quiet bank where the river laps the sand. Within my view, rapids rush their sound over...
I lie on the quiet bank where the river laps the sand. Within my view, rapids rush their sound over...
I just got home from the Vigil for the Paris Climate Conference. In an Asheville city park, maybe a hundred...
On this day I celebrate the world’s indigenous peoples, transmuting my own and the invaders’ scarcity-thinking into the beautiful energy...
In honor of National Coming Out Day on October 11 and Gay Pride celebrated here in Asheville North Carolina last...