There was a blogger at treehugger.com that said, you are not in traffic, you are traffic. That was the impetus for this poem.
Click here for and accessible pdf of this poem, I am the Universe.
Click here for and accessible pdf of this poem, We Digress.
Click here for an accessible pdf of this poem, They Say That We Are The Ones
Sometimes I think we are so repulsive and stupid as a species that I don’t want to go on living. I was just reading an email about drone activists who are trying to stop targeted killings in a protest, and I felt remorse for being born Homo sapien. But then, I was hopeful because everything is definitely crumbling. Continue reading
This city is a city
of blind and spellbound privilege
a city of new arrivals
in old neighborhoods
an age old tradition
of jubilant landings
in strange places
traditions. Continue reading