And so, while Hands / Maps / Home is not directly about Gaza and settler violence in the West Bank, the poetry, prose and art is about humanity. We believed collecting this work together as evidence of humanity and all that encompasses was vital in a world where it seems lacking. This anthology houses identity, […]
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone far from everything we know high away past the Pleiades and the Milky Way but always in the vicinity of higher power
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is gone way past forever yet eternally interwoven in star dust and holy silent breaths caressing her head after she’s wept too much
how do i tell the Moon that her Venus is of such love magnitude that we can’t see her as she holds us in her loving arms ebbing and flowing us warmly in her arms
i like my clouds with some wires memories of kindergarten Franklin’s kites and keys corduroy jackets pigtails
i like my sky with blue infinity endless forever high up United Nations NPR Joe Strummer high gas prices
wires are reminders to my eyes finish lines running away from eventually crossing them grinning old girl am i
blue inks on papers change trajectories of lives bars in language community null void twisted noise
clouds pure shamanic puff feeding the ducks in Lincoln Heights remember those we lost immortalized on walls ironically in life that’s all they’ve known
wires clouds blue sky songs baking bread train track grease cool wind cigarette butts let my mind be silent today