• Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    The Spaces That Whisper Home

    The Spaces that Whisper Home I gaze out my balcony at terra cotta tiles underneath the watchful stance of Orion. I reminisce with a smile, for these are the same style as my grandparents’ house thousands of miles away in Germany. By the waterfront I oft arrive to roam, watching the ferries as they float home down the river flowing out to the sea. There, the seagulls cry out to remind me of childhood days spent on Galveston beach. Here it is as if these spaces that whisper home were just within my reach. Our people passionately parade down her pavement during all seasons whether to protest, rejoice, or remember.…

  • Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    Our Celestial Dance

    I wrote this poem for Why Poetry? the Joel Fallon Scholarship Fundraiser, and performed it on April 24, 2019 in Benicia, California. Our Celestial Dance Art is the sunshine that nourishes our souls, breathing wonder into the mundane. Poetry is our home planet, birthing a thousand moons that orbit in a celestial dance, and we are the stars, lighting up the universe one flicker at a time, collectively burning messages of hope and awe into the darkness of midnight to last for eternity long after our own light fades.

  • Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    A Blessing for the Women who Pray with their Feet

    I lead the gathering at the 2019 Vallejo Women’s March Summit “Women Building Vallejo” in a call and response invocation where those gathered said “We March!” each time it appears in the piece. These are the 10 stanzas I decided to use out of what was a 36 stanza poem. I’ll put the rest in a future book. It was an honor and a pleasure to be among so many powerful women. A Blessing for the Women Who Pray  With Their Feet by D.L. Lang, Vallejo Poet Laureate It has gotten so tough that we mothers, sisters, daughters and wives,  have declared, “Enough!” And so we rise to march against…

  • Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    Winter Holiday Poems

    I wrote these and performed them at Voices of the Season at the McCune in the JFK Library, and Hanukkah & Hilarity, respectively. Voices of the Season We are but a handful of voices this season among a sparkling chorus of many reasons to add a little more light to the winter chill, spreading peace and love to ease the world’s ills. For all the many traditional reasons we choose to come together this season may all our days be joyous and our blessings grow, no matter how cold these winter winds blow. Hanukkiah Lighting Across the world homes are aglow as candles flicker in their windows. They shine out…

  • Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    A World Without Bullets

    I premiered this poem today along with reading “Hanukkah Train” on OZCAT radio. A World Without Bullets You say to yourself, reading the newspapers, but that could have been me… We must not let it change us for the worse. We must not hide ourselves from the beauty life has to offer. We must not allow fear to stop us from getting an education, worshipping in our sanctuaries, enjoying live music, watching films upon the big screen, dancing the night away, working at our professions, eating out at restaurants, hanging out at the local mall, competing at gaming conventions, or seeking medical treatment. We must continue to be defiant in…

  • Poems from the book Midnight Strike,  Poetry

    Pittsburgh

    I read this poem at the Vallejo United Against Hate & Anti-Semitism rally on October 28, 2018. Pittsburgh We who pray words of peace, words of love, words of unity, words of welcoming, words of kindness, words of justice… These words transform our hearts to take action in favor of these holy ideals. Eleven mensches, were taken from us, so senseless, by one who let words that stoke fear and hatred transform himself instead. And so I have no more words. They only exit as tears.