Ganesha helping me wave goodbye to the patriarchy.
Artist: Deborah Oak Cooper, gift from ReyaMellicker.com
Not even for a blink of Siva’s eye will this Dome be here.
I would have been six. I remember my mother weeping and explaining to me why.
On the way to work.
I post not of the heaviness of my heart, nor of how I am trying to contribute to the persistence and resistance, which I trust are understood, but to notice that in my neighborhood, the tree branches are swelling with incipient budding. Spring still comes.