ancient civilizations

the children ate in silence while mom whittled away the hours on her phone—


what were they thinking? of the banter between the people at the next table?


that face-to-face conversation was a foreign object in the food court in late


August, a week before the start of school, when mom could go back to work


and kids to learning history lessons such as the one we’re living through now?


you came as a surprise

on my birthday, offering a purple scarf with silver-gray elephants,

something about holy images on a material piece of cloth meant to be worn—well,

you weren’t exactly sure how, but it didn’t seem to matter, being accurate,

when all you ever wanted was to be laughing and affectionate, deeply

loved in return, to be known as that friend who showed up

on my birthday, bearing gifts, however unsure

the years between might appear



to snap a moment

in a culture

addicted to speed


a field of wildflowers

is          transported, shared


trampled in the rush

to narrate

the now


screens compete to create

wonder, capture a particle of paradise


translate the fleeting into an image

of forever, convert


followers to the faithful

Oil & Water

in the wake of Canada’s purchase of a $4.5 billion pipeline


the choice is not between him or her: who will do the better job, keep their promise


the choice, if we still have one, runs deep underground, informing our future


it’s not between Knightly or Not, but between Oil and Water, the two


never mixing, these options for life on the planet with or without


prosperity of one or two people still alive to wealth