This is where we come together,
Not before but after:
The blood already drained,
We refill it;
We never lack for blood to give.
I am so happy to announce that I was just accepted into the Master of Fine Arts in Poetry Program at Lindenwood University.
A relentless South Texas wind poses impossible questions,
Flaps the smirking flags until they are upturned,
Mists the mown grass with evil’s sputum,
Ripples the lone unarmed security guard’s shirt
As he waves concentration camp employees
They’ve separated 2,000 children.
No, they’ve discarded them
Like cans of Coca-Cola,
2,000 children who reached our shore
Like sea foam, salty, crying salt,
A column of families marching for asylum,