• america

    confession

    by  • August 25, 2014 • america, community, poetry • 4 Comments

    There is no them. Only us: across the table, behind the wall, sharing coffee, passing the green beans, throwing stones, breaking curfew; armed to the teeth biting back with rubber bullets, cheering for little leaguers, praying for peace, marching in the night, hiding behind official jargon; joining in song, crying out for explanations, flying...

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    all together now

    by  • February 3, 2014 • america, community, faith, love • 21 Comments

    One of the things I have had to unlearn from my childhood is how people were described when telling a story of something that happened. What was modeled for me was white people were simply described as people: a man, a woman. People of any other ethnic or racial background were given a qualifier:...

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