It is crow season. I walked downtown on this beautifully cold morning, and the snow began as I walked, a skim coat of ice crunching under the little spikes on my shoes.
it is sunrise on the mountain in the short days. December proceeds apace, crawling and running,in only a fortnight the days…
I was too afraid, in October, to walk with a silver balloon to the gate at the ICE detention facility…
It’s 2021May the fires still burnMay we light ever moreMay you stay awake if you are now; may you be…