On the Clock of Glass
On the clock of glass gold hands go round. Its transparent face looks back at me, sees a child, to...
They Crowd Around My Heart
While I sit so safe in my cozy home, a maternity hospital bombed, babies and mamas blasted in Ukraine, They...
It Was Autumn
It was autumn when I nearly left. I was 18 years old. I had thought I was crossing to the...
All the World is Grieving
So many of us hide it under anger or numbness, but from second-hand emotions, healing does not follow. Muchos de...
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