The difference ‘tween him and he
appears at first randomly
in mutations rare
results unfair
blessing him with ignorance
cursing he with intelligence.
If a plan there be
we fail to see
what force of kindness
manufactured blindess
to that which pulses like the breast
of pigeondoves and marmosets.
The one who looks not like you
the blackdykewopniggajew
heshehim your sisterbrother
emerging from a wombless mother
the difference ‘tween us and it
disappears when tightly knit.
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
The latest poetry collection from prolific author Heather Tosteson, Source Notes: Seventh Decade, is one of those treasured books one finishes and begins to read again. At turns searching and assured, troubled and contented, the poems here range from the deeply personal — including terrible trauma and recovery — to the universally felt. Ostensibly a meditation...
