Birthday Note 54

I celebrate life while people cry, die, demonstrate, tweet defeat. As I breathe so I want for my children just like a mother in Aleppo, Flint, Palestine, Iran, Afghanistan, Incarceration on a Reservation wants for hers.
Blessings are cursed with complicity. I sing a song for me and for us all to be Free.
To love and be loved is sweet sorrow a prayer for another tomorrow.

Dear Pedro at Tribes

Thanks to A Gathering of the Tribes for publishing my “Letter to Pedro” at While you’re visiting Tribes you might also like to read Danny Shot’s review of Pedro Pietri’s Selected Poetry at

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