It is the song of the bird, the kiss of the breeze, the canopy of trees that sets my mind at ease. It is the roar of the ocean, the rustling of the leaves, the hug of solitude gives me all I need. It is the glow of the fireflies, the dust dancing in the […]
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “How to Swim Through a Tornado”
Violence starts by simply not seeing one another as human beings, but as usable things to be molded as we please. It grows when we allow our emotions and expectations, to control our actions rather than pausing to reflect on how our actions will affect others. When we ignore the cries for help that sound […]
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Love Poetry Capital Blockade”
On the way to the love poetry awards at the Historical Museum today, we were met at the railroad crossing by a one car police blockade. We circled around Industrial Way with its refinery fumes, pipelines, and towering knotted highways. Every road that we attempted greeted us with large fences, big trees, or dead end […]
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Benicia Bound”
T’was a foggy Benicia morning as I commenced to wandering down the great fishing pier that in yesteryears launched train ferries out yonder as Jack London came a-haunting. She’s a sleepy little town where you can hear the sound of train whistle symphonies often. D.L. Lang is the current poet laureate of Vallejo.
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Train Whistle Polka”
Grief is remembering moments held together by tears. How what once brought us joy is another reminder of loss. It is the heightened awareness of a soul that was known being woven into the fabric of the mundane. Cherish them. Hold fast to each and every memory. Let songs intoxicate you with the dreams of […]
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Stay”
It is my hope that we can all find a way to live in peace. We must all work towards that day starting right now. Every human belongs in this land— every color, straight or gay, having faith or professing none, right here you must all stay. Rich or poor, this is freedom’s door. We […]
Friday Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Worldly Windows”
In a world that is filled with walls, be a door. Keep on breathing even if you think you can’t take it anymore. Where there are only bricks and mud, carve windows. In the coldness of the night, be the flaming light. You will approach conflict, but you can choose your fights. When existence seems […]
Poetry Corner: D.L. Lang “Sheltering in Places”
This whole city now smells like gasoline. No one knows why, and that’s obscene. Officials are investigating the scene. We’re all struck without a warning. Now we wait, sheltering in places, unable to ventilate our cozy spaces, donning air masks on our faces. Praying for better, the human race is. Its source is a still […]