April 3, 2018
We’ve got Stockholm Syndrome for the world.
Random thoughts and a handful of pop song references.
Category: Poetry
Come, Be Cleaned
Reflections on Good Friday, cherries, and cockroaches.
The Shape Of My Father (A Poem)
An ode to family and growing old joyfully…
The Dead & Dreaming
And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.
Come & Eat
God loves to eat.
October 22, 2017
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.
White Noise
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
Rain: A Therapeutic Memoir
I ache to return to those days, but I can’t. Time only moves in one direction and I’m caught in her cruel current.
Beauty & The Mad March of Time
The natural progression of all things toward death is what makes them beautiful.
Reflections on a Summer Fling
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
