On
my daily walks along the sea in San Diego, young
ones sport neon-bright tattoos and hair streaks like
they crashed into a giant snow cone stand that morphed into beautiful art such as eagles, roses, haiku, etc. I want
to ask, “Yeah, but why not put all those colors on your soul too, instead
of just skin and hair?”
I
imagine them saying, “Keep drinking your Jolt Cola, old man.”
imagine them saying, “Keep drinking your Jolt Cola, old man.”
I
will. Rumi is my Jolt Cola.
will. Rumi is my Jolt Cola.
Speaking
of California surf, here is my latest activist poem that appeared in Rivet:
The Journal of Writing That Risks: “What I Can’t Say at My Neighbor’s Party Looking at a Map of the United States.” In a related matter of media distortion, I watched the film Fed Up, which should be required-viewing for all students and parents.
of California surf, here is my latest activist poem that appeared in Rivet:
The Journal of Writing That Risks: “What I Can’t Say at My Neighbor’s Party Looking at a Map of the United States.” In a related matter of media distortion, I watched the film Fed Up, which should be required-viewing for all students and parents.
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