Peeling the Bark

As I drove past
the shirtless man,
his head wrapped
in cloth against
the desert sun,
he peeled the last
bit of bark
from a young
palo verde
as if to strip
away all
trace of green
from a world
he once knew.
How dare it grow
when acid hate
falls from the sky
and the ground
bears only fear
and despair,
when the buds
wither and die,
and the rot
goes all the way
to the roots.

First published in Ginosko Literary Journal 19

Things to Do Instead of Watching the Inauguration


Wondering what to do this Friday? Here are some thoughtful suggestions:

1.) Read a good book (Notes of a Native Son by James Baldwin, for instance).

2.) Find someone who needs help and show that person a little kindness.

3.) Write something in more than 140 characters.

4.) Learn about a religion, philosophy, or culture other than your own.

5.) Engage in a conversation that doesn’t require a screen.

6.) Say something reasonable, honest, and true.

7.) Sit in a quiet room and see how long you can keep two opposing thoughts in your head … or three if you dare!