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.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]