Cold / Homeless Count 2018

Cold rain
Driving down the homeless man
Doing his best to live as he can
The world shattering all of his plans

Cold shoulder
And hostile stare
Coming from those
Who don’t want him there

Cold heart in the night
A policeman’s flashlight
and on the cold morn
Wishing sometimes to never been born

Cold numbers
Do the counting on the counting day
Give the impression we can stop this someday
But just to know the need hasn’t assured we’ll succeed.

Cold here outside
On the day he died
Maybe it was different
If someone really tried

Existence is a struggle
the fortitude which humans must muster
to get out of trouble
proves a warm heart has a lustre

Overcoming cold rain
cold shoulders
cold nights
cold numbers
the cold outside
the blizzard of life

Fortitude and kindness
dumb luck illumine
the world’s blindness
to suffering or need
world driven by greed

Homeless carry on
from dusk until dawn
refusing to behave
as only a pawn

refusing to give in
to bureaucrats’ sin
of following rules
set down by fools
who don’t have to sleep
in the street again

Cold rain
Cold shoulder
Cold heart in the night
Cold numbers
Cold here outside

Struggle for lustre
Fortitude and kindness
Homeless carry on
in the street
then it’s dawn,
night’s behind us

Poem 2016

Poem 2015

The day my parents named me

I make myself cry

Goodness in his heart

At home with the homeless

Among the flame then ash

October 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th

On Sunday night before midnight
a fire started near Franz’s Valley Road,
or many fires started,
between Franz Valley Road and Highway 101,
either way, thousands of acres burned
in just eight hours fire moved 8 short miles

The fire rushed down past Riebli Road like a river
up the top of the hill
over St. Andrews, the golf course road,
and down to Thomas Lake Harris where utopia once lie

Over through the Fountaingrove
and down into the hidden valley
the flames traveled
past Leete and Aaron and Flintwood and Brookdale
down to the Sleepy Hollow

At the edge of the Sleepy Hollow the flame stopped
yet continued west
over the top
down to the Fountaingrove barn,
to the lodgings and to the history
of the County of Sonoma
the Fountaingrove was the piece of our heritage
that we left for 118 years
and therefore it was a piece of our heritage

Across the road to the Journey’s End
and with finality dark and red and smoking
the Journey’s End where lives moved on
right to the edge of the hospital
where people were to be healed

the flames rose up and rushed over to Coffey Park
Reverend Coffee, not the namesake but a homonym,
his Spirit was not in those homes
Reverend Coffee, his Spirit was in the people
that he guided for so long in that neighborhood
who responded as they did
Coffey Park went up in flames
until the edge of the rails

The flames on another trajectory
swooped on down past the Adobe Canyon
past the water supply
flame swooped on down to Kenwood
and Kenwood is gone
up through the Lawndale and the walnut orchards
onto the Annadel
the dell so dear to so many
Flames reborn as flames will do
through the trees

Spirits soar through the trees
that take souls to the other side
through the trees that burned to ash
and as ash
in breathe of God moved on

Down the ranches of Bennett Ridge
burned through the trees
more homes destroyed
more ashes blown as lives and dreams will be

Flames considered Wolf house
however the flames did not return again for more
And the madrone wood burned away
On Arnold should drive another day
before the gate could open to the private roads
the flames to jump
Tales are told


Ancient wood and young vines
Spirit holders of the souls
and as they are all on their own,
in ashes on the wind are blown

The time to hold our memories
carried just as ashes,
ashes and the spirit fly
upon the breathe of God.

Hold your passion
hold to love
hold the kindness
not ashes blown away
souls of trees
flying in the breeze
then root’s forgotten lay.

Rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
rest quietly
among the flame
then ash
rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
the spirits of trees
moved on in ash
just as you
and I
will one day
be moved on
as ash

3521 Brookdale after fire (11)

Here we are

170121 Womens March Santa Rosa (8)

Here we are amongst the most and the least of the people
Here we are searching for wisdom and value
Here we find our valor to change the ways of the world
And raise up our selves and our society

Here we are amongst the most and the least of the people
Here we declare that kindness is simple although not always easy
Here we are amongst ourselves because we are the least and the most of the people

We hold these truths to be self evident
that all people are created equal
And endowed by our Creator with life liberty and happiness

Here we are amongst the people, in our times,
To still strive for happiness in life as a free people

Here we are, sisters and brothers,
We stand as one democratic nation
To uphold our constitution
And strive to do what is best for all the people
And our planet

Here we are amongst the most and the least of our people
To assure that they are housed and have a pillow for their dreams
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170121 Womens March Santa Rosa (259)
170121 Womens March Santa Rosa (248)
170121 Womens March Santa Rosa (243)

Ferocious fierce kindness [a definitions poem]

Homeless not hopeless
Ferocious fierce kindness
Fierce kindness drives me
Relentless inspiration
Breathe of re-creation
Of the stuff of life
Relentless in the pursuit
Of the best for each person
Judgment be damned
Until equity reigns
To begin again
And toil anew
Here I stand
Awaiting you


Homeless not hopeless (feeling or causing despair about something)
Ferocious (aggression, bitterness [anger and disappointment at being treated unfairly; resentment] and determination )
fierce (showing a heartfelt and powerful intensity )
kindness (friendly, generous, and considerate)
Fierce kindness drives me (propel or carry along by force in a specified direction
Relentless (oppressively constant; incessant)
inspiration (mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.)
Breathe of re-creation
Of the stuff of life (the existence of an individual human being or animal)
Relentless in the pursuit (an activity of a specified kind
Of the best for each person (of the most excellent, effective, or desirable type or quality)
Judgment be damned (condemned to suffer eternal punishment)
Until equity (being fair and impartial.)
Reigns (to hold or exercise sovereign power)
To begin again (perform or undergo the first part)
And toil anew (work extremely hard or incessantly)
Here I stand (in, at, or to this place or position)
Awaiting you (be in store for you)
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light of days

Petaluma scenes

Start with kindness
Reflect on what you find in
The opportunities of each day

Move on to joy
Shining behind tomorrow
As it arises nearly present

Find time to act
Clearly driven by kindness
In moments of uncertainty

Hold to the past
As lessons taken forward
Illuminate the path of life

Let the future
Shape, but not ordain, becoming
Become a light shining backward

Illumined path
Intentions moving through time
Opportunities for kindness

The light of days
Neither fixed or still will
guide the pathways of kindness

The light of days
Either fixed or still will
guide the pathways of kindness

The light of days
Neither fixed or still can
Not guide the pathways of kindness
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The Faces of Rent Stabilization in Santa Rosa
Power responds to power
Kindness responds to kindness
Civility responds to civility
When people exercise power
With kindness and civility
People win
All people
All of us will be satisfied
If we conduct ourselves

Potencia responde al poder
La bondad a la piedad
Civilidad responde a la civilidad
Nos pueblo ejerce el poder
con amabilidad y cortesía
Las personas ganan
Todos vamos a estar satisfechos
Si nos conducimos

تستجيب السلطة إلى السلطة
اللطف يستجيب إلى اللطف
الكياسة وتستجيب لالكياسة
نحن شعب ممارسة السلطة
مع اللطف والكياسة
تربح الناس
كل الناس
وعلينا جميعا أن نرضى
إذا كان لنا أن نتصرف


051216 Transportation Town Hall 101

Project on C, an epitaph

Empty space

An empty wasted space where once some knights could thrive
A room of hope, sometimes a place where children might survive
A system of paper and rules and myriad fools that hid some light within
But quality and reality’s touch where lost when hope became so thin
Now the knights and Sancho Panzas moved on to strive in other fields anew
While empty space and some lost grace search through other rooms to find what’s true

Empty space
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At the core of myself
I felt that for all to be good
it would be right to be willing,
and able, to do a great kindness
for her, for them.

Those who need my forgiveness are forgiven.
Those who have wronged me are forgiven.
Those who hold a perspective
which brought me pain and hardship
have kindness awaiting them from me.

Then the healing may be fully done.
I have made a commitment such as this
because I have come to the realization
that forgiveness rests in kindness.
And kindness wrests peace for the soul.
God is good
and she would have me see this way.

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