America on the Brink

A Love Sonnet Written on the Occasion of the Death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg

I want to touch what aches in us, the light we guard to stay alive. My dear, come quick. I hear a knock; I’m afraid. Is it you? I dare to open and let hope come through.

poetry

The Letter

One day she arrived like a scab dragged across a ballad of iodine, a sequin of stars stitched to a dormant volcano’s lapel