Poetry seems to be stalking me right now. As the news worsens and spreads in the planetary emergency, the only words I can muster at times are those that take this more numinous form. The experience of living in the…

I've been accepted as a contributor on Medium.com's Resistance Poetry Collection. Here is a recently published poem.

Be Water

That is the plan in the Hong Kong resistance
Flow through streets, leaderless emergent,
responsive to the moment 
impenetrable to infiltrators 

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The train engine moved toward us, a transparent attempt on the part of the rail workers to intimidate the group of us sitting on the tracks. They blew the horn loudly, while the group chanted and waved signs protesting the…

This past year I’ve become obsessed with the idea and image of the empty bowl. Perhaps it’s a natural result of the deep dives I’ve taken in some of my creative endeavors, but it has arrived almost daily in my…

You do not have to be good. 
You do not have to walk on your knees 
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 
You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves. 
Tell…