

Talkin' 'bout a Revolution
My eyes fill each time I round the corner At the Main Four Buoyed by the sea of people They spread across the courthouse lawn And down the street heading east As far as I can see Hand painted messages on cardstock Attached to paint sticks held overhead Proclaim the rage and disillusion we all feel so deeply The crowds grow larger each time As we gather by the hundreds and thousands Desperate to stop the assaults on our democracy To make our voices heard And open the h
Jan 201 min read


An Icy Wind
On Cemetery Ridge I’m a standin’ In the shade of the Witness Tree Feelin’ the horror of the past Repeatin’ itself once more Fifty thousand voices a callin’ Callin’ from blood-soaked soil Fearin’ their sacrifice a waste Sensing what’s in store There’s an icy wind a blowin’ Hard across the land Creepin’ in between the cracks Rattlin’ the old back door The troops they are a gatherin’ Takin’ up their signs Armed with righteous fury Into the streets they pour A fierce stor
Nov 7, 20251 min read


The Waiting Place
We hover in this waiting place Where time stands still Between the here and the after Earthly concerns fall further and further away As...
Apr 29, 20252 min read


Small Acts of Resistance
I am a rebel at heart. A hippie child of the sixties and seventies, I have been quietly pushing at the edges of patriarchal and societal...
Apr 19, 20252 min read




