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... Continue Reading →

honey, salt, and sympathy

He knows why the caged bird beats its wing He knows that love is a quest Searching for contentment freedom guarded secrets of beauty   Beauty does not save the bird No dignity in cages Yearning for the cloud’s great secrets Cuts and stings and songs for freedom   He offers honey and salt Though... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Change

I asked my friends on Election Day, at 2 in the morning, when there was no longer any doubt of the outcome, to tell me this was all a nightmare; to tell me to wake up. To ask how I could move on learning what I learned from this election. One of my friends told... Continue Reading →

For Lebanon… again

I wrote about this once, years ago Foolishly, perhaps youthfully, I thought I wouldn't have to revisit the aching void, The sorrow and hopelessness, yet I find myself again trying to make beautiful devastation.   It is so much worse this time, no personal losses, no family in pain, but real, true terror, walking hand... Continue Reading →

Dear Austin

Austin, you're breaking my heart, with your too cool attitude. You're becoming that boy from high school, You remember, the slicked-back, smoke-sleeved, dreamy-eyed boy, who dreamed of throwing the pig skin. The boy who sat in the back of the class, Who knew every answer. We met, we danced, we did way too many drugs,... Continue Reading →

there is so much to say that i'm not sure there are words pain is consuming me to the point of agony stealing my joy holding my foot on the stool is misery necessary for creation? i don't know, but it certainly seems to help i long for the days when i was free free... Continue Reading →

A Thought in Two Parts

Part I And it is magnificent. The world that births us, that holds us in the crux of its veracity, That tends to each of us as we amplify the vibrations emitted from our deepest latitudes; To love, to honor, to cherish The permanence of transformation. This is the rectitude that I have held in... Continue Reading →

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