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