A poem for April 4th

In distancing I search, for a connection That cannot come… And yet, Find an – almost empty – solace In screens and smiles, In messages and memories. Almost… empty. Yet overflowing With urgent need and desire. Longing for hugs that will arrive again In aching joy, Loss, hunger, devastation, and awakenings. We will emerge, Not … More A poem for April 4th

Houston Hyatt

I’m buying a 4 dollar coffee in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt fucking Regency Using money provided by the organization sponsoring this whole excursion, Carrying no cash, Attending a conference on working with youth experiencing homelessness. I only exist in this opportunity because once, I slept on the streets. Once, I knew the uncertainty … More Houston Hyatt

a plea for Beauty

I see you in the wholeness of edges I know you Still fighting to hold truth Tormented by your brethren, without whom you cannot exist Desecration has overtaken   I miss you these days Found in reuination The corpse of tradition Somefind longing for a privileged past Most plea for decency in a universal future … More a plea for Beauty