• Peace Poems,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    In These Times

    Jessica Brown did a lovely video of me reading this poem out in Hanns Park.  Click the photo to view the video.  In These Times   Peace is not just a feeling of calm. It is not just the ability to feel safe as you go through life, nor to remain centered in chaos, nor is it just a feeling of wholeness  in a very broken world.   In these times, it is very hard to be a pacifist. It is hard to not become your enemy.   To give into anger and fear and let it consume you and turn you into your worst self would be the easy…

  • Performing at Vallejo’s Unity Day.
    Peace Poems,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Unity Day Poems

    I was asked to write poetry that celebrates the diversity of Vallejo for Unity Day. One poem is to honor the past and the contributions of our ancestors, and one is a vision of the future. It was an honor to be able to perform them both at the 2017 Unity Day “One Love” celebration! Watch the video. Ancestral Honor We come together in unity, as one big community, finding commonality in our shared humanity, dancing and singing the traditional songs that once lit the fires of our ancestors’ dreams, as we spark our own shining out hope. Our elders carried dreams deep within their hearts, perhaps, left unrealized in…

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    Peace Poems,  Poems from the book Look Ma No Hands

    Peace is…

    “Peace is…” appears on the album Happy Accidents and the book Look Ma! No Hands! You can stream the poem on Spotify. Peace is in the middle. It’s between you and me. It’s between us and the universe. It is neither left nor right, but it’s right not wrong, solving wrongs long since gone. It’s the tightrope we walk between what is needed and wanted between individual and greater good. It is how opposing ideas can be both right. Peace is going with the flow, but not being afraid to speak up, to stand up for a better world, moving slowly towards love if we all keep moving forward. Peace…

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    Peace Poems,  Poems from the book Armor Against the Dawn,  Poetry

    Endangered species—Act!

    May this country rise above its divisions, act out of love and not hatred, and may goodness, kindness, and fairness prevail. May we stick together and keep each other safe from harm. May we act out, peacefully, in protest of hatred.  May our nation survive and act on her ideals of equality, liberty, justice, freedom, and be a nation of the people—a nation of kind people, moral people, and non-violent people. May we cease to insult each other, remember each other’s humanity in spite of apparent differences, and remember how to talk to each other without resorting to stereotypes put there by others.   Endangered species—Act! To my fellow afraid…

  • Peace Poems,  Poetry

    Peace will Come – International Day of Peace

    In honor of the International Day of Peace, making a special post for this. 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…

  • 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…