A Poem Picture thisA world that has no word for dominanceNo concept of hierarchyA language that doesn’t have words meant to hurtA society that’s never known violence againstwomen or childrenWhere women have sovereigntyover their own bodiesWhere men know how to nurtureWhere every child is wantedWhere ancestors are honoredWhere the older Continue Reading


I heard a cricket in Times Square Somewhere on 43rd street between 7th and 8th Among the 7am Sunday morning garbage Littered from Saturday night’s midtown fever While the street sweepers swept And early sunlight slowly illuminated glass buildings And un-homed men urinated unabashedly between parked cars And the bright Continue Reading