Tag Archives: July 4

My neighbor’s sign, surrounded by little flags, says, “Black Lives Matter.” The parade planned few streets away organized by the folks who live on that block — decorated bicycles and a kazoo band — is advertised by door hanger fliers … Continue reading →

I’ve loved the parades of other years with bicycles decorated, and children banging coffee-can drums, with cars decorated with streamers carrying the oldest citizens, with the well-rehearsed middle school band the cub scouts and blue birds daisy girls and a … Continue reading →

(Having a hard time with the 4th this year suite — poem 2) I have a sweatshirt with little ghosts — the kind like white water droplets with faces and they’re sitting around a campfire with a grandma ghost reading … Continue reading →

(Having a hard time with the 4th this year suite poem 1 — sometimes I just know there will be more) I only asked as a joke, you know — but it was true. Though most of my ancestors came … Continue reading →

Chorus This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking … Continue reading →

I am a child of God, a refugee like Jesus, a neighbor to anyone who walks down anybody’s Jericho road, a seeker of sanctuary in a country with churches, synagogues, temples, mosques, stacked three deep on every block, a lover … Continue reading →

Several times I have taken church youth groups to New York City, my home for years when I was a young adult. Of course, I didn’t climb the Statue of Liberty when I lived In Manhattan, but all the teenagers … Continue reading →