Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Cling to ambiguity


Somehow, to save us all, 
We have to find a way to walk 
Between opposing certainties; 
To resist the urge to climb the fence 
To safety and security 
Where all is black and white, 
But cling to gray, to ambiguity, 
To possibility and hope.

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Territoriality


It struck me as odd, 
To see the mature gulls 
Gathered on the right 
And the young ones 
Perched on the left; 
The young ones quiet, 
The older ones all huffy, 
 And protecting their space… 
It’s sad to think we humans seem 
Unable to outgrow this territoriality…

Monday, January 12, 2026

No more puddles


I want a leader 
Who doesn’t keep making it rain 
Just so we can see his reflection
 In the puddle, 
Making him loom twice as large…

Sunday, January 11, 2026

These aged doors


These aged doors remind us 
Of a time when craftsmanship was valued, 
And people had — or took — the time 
To invest the ordinary with beauty, 
Not hurrying to get it done 
Or living by the modern rule: 
“You can have it fast, or cheap, or good: 
Pick any two,” when nowadays 
We’re lucky to get one…

Saturday, January 10, 2026

Back to the source


Deep within our souls, 
There is a place that looks and feels like this: 
Dark, and cool; still, and very green; 
The place from which wisdom and comfort flow; 
The root of our compassion, 
The source of all creative thought, 
And that which feeds our hope and courage 
When things seem insurmountable. 
Go there now, and be restored, 
That we might live to fight another day.

Friday, January 9, 2026

When things ICE over


Astonishing, that when things look so dark, 
The Sun still rises in the morning, 
Bathing the world in colors so rich, 
One might think we’d never want for more— 
That is, of course, until they fade 
Again to gray, 
Extinguished by the cruelty of ICE.

Thursday, January 8, 2026

In memory of Renee Nicole Good


The evidence is there, 
Right in front of us, of wrongdoing, 
And still there are those 
Who would defend it with lies. 
We watch in horror, wondering, 
What next offense will be revealed, 
And now it’s not just my poetry, 
But hers that’s been diverted 
By the ugliness of this administration.