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

    Listen!

    It was truly an honor to be able to share this poem today at Artiszen for the group of visionary, world-changing activists, architects, and environmentalists gathered there for Resilient by Design. Listen! Listen! Do you hear that? Our Mother, she is calling. She weeps with a broken heart. She begs for her children to treat her with love. For her children to act out of gratitude. Their existence relies upon her. *Sigh* But only some of her children choose love. They take her messages to heart, and they shout them from the rooftops. Others still heartlessly plunder her house, her patience, her time, her heart, leaving it barren. Her tears…

  • 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…

  • Unbound Coal Shed
    Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Unbound – Coal Shed Studios Book Arts

    It was my pleasure to write this poem for the Coal Shed Studios Book Arts Show. I read it there on 9.9.17. Watch the video. “Unbound” Ignoring the binding that once anchored them into cold, rational paragraphs, the books were now free to become art, to evolve beyond the intentions of their writer into objects of dreamlike beauty at the hands of those whose ideas knew no such limits as word counts or chapters. Like butterflies on their first flight, their pages were no longer confined to the shapes they once inhabited. Solidified in sculpture, sketch, and paint they sang out messages of peace, love and justice that rang out…

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

    Charlottesville

    Charlottesville by D.L. Lang United we stand, together as one, daughters, mothers, fathers, and sons. Members of every religion and race, here in Vallejo, the world’s most diverse place. In these difficult times we have chosen to embrace. We stand in solidarity with Charlottesville. We must as a nation condemn those who kill. We refuse to condone such great evil. As most carried about with their weekend, these souls bravely stood up for what is right, taking to the streets and risking their lives, choosing to shine a light on the darkness our country so often denies. They chose to stare hatred right in its face. The ideology of white…

  • Dreaming of better days
    Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Dreaming of Better Days

    Ekphrastic poetry inspired by Kathy Oja’s painting “Dreaming of Better Days.” Dreaming of Better Days On the day her true love came to stay, it was just like any other spring day. The flowers bloomed in their rainbow, as the birds put on a choral show. On her way to school down many a road, as her shoes kissed cobblestone streets, she came upon a young boy so sweet, who offered to carry her heavy load. He used to bring her flowers so very bright. They’d stay up chatting all through the night. As they grew from boy to man and girl to lady, they spent many years walking in…