• County Fair Winners,  Poems from the book Poet Loiterer,  Poetry

    Fair

    Thank you, Marin County Fair for awarding this poem 2nd place in Fair Themed Poetry!   Fair   I spent hours hiking to renew my soul, seeking freedom from traffic jams. Tonight I did not perform, but I don’t feel forlorn.   I wandered the county fair, rode the wheel up in the air as a microcosm of America in Spanish and English, smiling at each other—what fun!   Flying high in a gondola, in the sweet summer sun. Viewing the pathways to joy, admiring local art awards, hiding from the scorching heat, I saw the sign of my future on a passing shirt.   It said: “No mistakes. Just…

  • Peace Poems,  Poems from the book Barefoot in the Sanctuary,  Poetry

    Souls Aflame #wearorange

    I joined a group of about 20 menschy folks from my synagogue as part of the #wearorange march across the Golden Gate Bridge, protesting against gun violence. This is the poem that it inspired. Souls Aflame It is good to march. To keep your spirit charged. And so here we are. We pursuers of peace with our souls on fire for the kinder world we desire. A sea of orange drifting across our Golden Gate unified marching against violence and hate. A passionate parade of protesting people gliding across the bay galvanized against the glorification of guns. Chanting clad in electric orange men, women and children who fight and who…

  • Poems from the book Barefoot in the Sanctuary,  Poetry

    Bernie on the Waterfront #BernieinVallejo

      Bernie on the Waterfront It started as a whisper, a rumor, skepticism. “Was he? Would he? Here? Really?” And by evening it became a wild roar, a joyous cheer, with excitement surging through the town, shouting, “Bernie is coming! Bernie is coming here!” Folks who don’t live here might miss the beauty of our majestic little city. We’re number one in diversity— representatives of all humanity fill up our rolling streets. And they said nothing big ever happens in this old town, ever since they shut the old navy base down, since bankruptcy disrupted our downtown, and acts of violence left folks wearing a frown. Thank God for the…

  • Poems from the book Barefoot in the Sanctuary,  Poetry

    #BernieInSacramento

    Bernie in Sacramento Standing sunbaked for hours, achy feet, people in the streets. collecting buttons, lazing in the grass, getting sunburned, hiding cross legged in the shade of the masses, waving signs about revolution and a better future. I think I found the hippie vote. The people who care if you and I can stay a float. I’m in. Bring it. Overheard in the crowd, “The music here is so good. The people are so nice. The hippies are back. All kumbaya. Yeah, songs—that really makes us dangerous!” That felt so much like home that I almost want to say it was a spiritual experience. Gathered in a sea of…

  • Poetry

    My La Familia Epic Poem Contributions

    I wrote these words as part of my contribution to La Familia: Peace will come the day we forget how to drop the bombs or make the guns, When we get along underneath the same old sun, Singing songs in holy unison no matter where we’re from, Yes, peace will come. Peace will come. Pray before the day is done. My friend, Fred Ross-Perry was inspired by them and expanded it into these lyrics, and the song: Peace will come, and it won’t be long When we forget how to drop the bombs When we forget how to make the guns That’s when peace will come Peace will come when…

  • Poems from the book Id Biscuits,  Poetry

    That Voice

    If you wrestle with depression, may this poem for you be a weapon. That Voice You know the one? The one that tells you that you aren’t good enough. The one that insults you when life is already tough. The one that has forgotten about self-love. The one that holds a lifelong self-grudge. The one that would for one mistake have you martyred or murdered. The one that keeps a running list of your supposed flaws. The one that won’t ever let you forget until you feel small. Yeah, that one! Don’t listen to it at all! That voice is a fucking liar! Plug your ears! Don’t answer when it…