The America I love, the America of which I'm proud, is present in the people that gather on July 4th in our small city to welcome new citizens from the four corners of the earth—so many languages, so many life stories—people who are our new neighbors, new friends, looking to build a better, kinder, safer life here. This is the work of The Center for New Americans and now, more than ever, it's crucial.
from "The Nth November," Loosestrife for Porcupines
I never fully wake on gray winter days when snowflakes start robbing evergreens of green. I'm glazed with dreams spent surfing, young again, smoking cigarillos on a broad beach, and enjoying the sun-kissed bodies. Everyone chanting Be the Change You Want. I know that everything dirty, withered, now snow-hidden, will be overwhelmed with new growth in time, that if snowing in Bar Harbor, on Oahu, someone jubilant is wading into the surf, not afraid of the seaward pull.
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