Remembering Rosa Parks

That week Rosa Parks was lying in state in Washington, DC I asked the students what they knew of her There was the standard talk Her sitting down Her standing up How courageous she was…

I Renounce Hyperbole

You’re one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever met OK I see you don’t believe me You’re one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever met In this millennium The truth is like lightning…

Books

My father had an Appalachian education That went through sixth grade I went after and got a BA, MA And a PhD I doubt my father Ever finished reading a book (I once asked him…

Tears Are OK

I tell you a joke And no surprise You laugh You don’t censor your laughter Do you? No You only censor it If you realize It will hurt someone Your laughter is a natural outflow…

Kafka’s Axe

Dear Bella Levenshteyn, Was reading Kafka’s letters earlier today.  The passage caught my eye: “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading…

Samskāra

“She’s really got it bad.” I’ve never spent time with her. “She’s an addict. Big time.” Really? What’s she on? “Polarization— She can’t get enough of  it.”   Samskāra, Sanskrit, noun. A personality trait conditioned…

Communication

I know I arouse your disbelief Because I do not text But there’s a simple reason That I still use a cell phone to call you The most important thing I have to share I…

Prudence & Parrhesia

A library I once spent time in Is named in honor of Pope Pius XII He was nothing if not prudent And prudence is a virtue much of the time In 1948 When talking with…