These poems are my offering to #MeToo, offered with a fierce love and a dream that my daughter will not have to say #MeToo.
What is happening is happening to all of us. The poverty, the disease, the natural disasters wiping out thousands -- all are personal to me. It is my self, my child, my lover, my sister, my best friend. It is the pulse of the main vein in a body that leads to the heart of everything. And it is ...
Some stay forever stuck in the pain of change. Moaning about the unfairness of it all. The tragedy. The horror. How the memory of heartache will forever be buried deep in the heart. Dark, damp, cold sadness.