[caption id="attachment_2256" align="aligncenter" width="525"] (c) 2012 Laura Riggs[/caption] The author’s new poem addresses the hatred currently plaguing the United States. "But I do know this: I will resist hate. I will resist. I will stand and sing my love. I will use my fist To drum and drum my love. I will write and read poems That offer the warmth and shelter of any good home. I will sing for people who might not sing for me. I will sing for people who are not my family. I will sing honor songs for the unfamilar and new. I will visit a different church and pray in a different pew. I will silently sit and carefully listen to new stories About other people’s tragedies and glories. I will not assume my pain and joy are better. I will not claim my people invented gravity or weather. And, oh, I know I will still feel my rage and rage and rage But I won’t act like I’m the only person onstage. I am one more citizen marching against hatred. Alone, we are defenseless. Collected, we are sacred. We will march by the millions. We will tremble and grieve. We will praise and weep and laugh. We will believe. We will be courageous with our love. We will risk danger As we sing and sing and sing to welcome strangers."

©2017, Sherman Alexie

Maya Angelou [April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014]

When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, […]


Listen carefully. Look for the Light. by Al Letson

Listen carefully. Look for the Light. Al, you are a truth telling genius.This, The Dark City.This,The dark city,Unheard ofUnknown.Lost.We speak in whispersHold our head downMumble when spoken to.And just keep breathing.Slow. When they speak of fire,It is a distant memory of a lightening strike.Something that never happens here.This,the dark cityUnassumingUnimportantUnimaginativeDark.OrSo we have heardSo we have told […]


Pray for Peace by Ellen Bass

Pray to whomever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under the bodhi tree in scorching heat, Adonai, Allah. Raise your arms to Mary that she may lay her palm on our brows, to Shekhina, Queen of Heaven and Earth, to […]