In polite society we hold doors open,
Say thanks and please, wear crisp
Suits when we drop bombs.
One day she arrived
like a scab dragged across a ballad
of iodine,
a sequin of stars
stitched to a dormant volcano’s lapel
I like to reach a hand
into the unknown.
I like to rise early and predict
The patterns of the clouds.
This is the third of a three-part series telling the story of Nikki, an amazing woman who went through our Financial Coaching Program. Enjoy!
This is the second of a three-part series telling the story of Nikki, an amazing woman who went through our Financial Coaching Program. Enjoy!
This is the first of a three-part series telling the story of Nikki, an amazing woman who went through our Financial Coaching Program. Enjoy!
“All the particles in the world Are in love and looking for lovers…” – Rumi Poetry is the last refuge of the can’t-be-said, the can’t-be done, so here I am, at midnight, not-saying I want you, not-puckering my lips at […]
I didn’t appreciate the steadiness of the heart until mine skipped a beat, my body tensing as if to leap to safety should death become more than mere possibility. But when my rib cage rattled again and life came flooding […]
Were you in my embrace when I watched the footage of Mars,
heard that alien wind and felt, somehow, at home;
Were our lips wet with one another’s saliva when I read
A Brief History of Time, considered places even light can’t escape from;
The pen is mightier than the sword—but not today.
When bombs explode, words turn to shrapnel
Like a lover’s demands left to the dead to obey,
A kiss carried off in death’s putrid satchel.
I am the Founder & CEO of Capital Good Fund, a nonprofit social venture seeking to tackle poverty through financial services. I am also a writer, poet, cyclist, and avid reader. Enjoy my blog!