choosing balance

Ages ago, in a blog entry in the old Metrophobic (when I was over at JournalSpace, which recently got eaten and then regurgitated, minus most of the journal data), I obsessed over New Jersey-based poet Ona Gritz, whose poetry captivated me from the first poem I read (“Last Tango in Paramus,” which originally appeared in […]

we cannot turn back.

I voted this morning; my polling place is located in the all-purpose room of my son’s school. On the way in, I saw that the school had created a Dream Wall. I knew they had been teaching the kids about Martin Luther King Jr. last month; I came home one day to the news that […]