Death is life’s better half His arm candy His trophy wife If life and death Were a romantic comedy They would have a meet-cute On your birthday, But spend your whole life Missing that serendipitous moment Where their eyes meet All along we thought They were opposites Avoiding the truth That they are parallel In this romance One is a gardener The other a landscaper … Continue reading Death and Life as A RomCom
Being white to me means Showing up on time Or having to show up 15 minutes late On the dot To show my friends of color I too can be late Being white to me Means I don’t have to think about Going against social norms Or relaxing on my couch in my home Or playing video games with my nephew in my living room … Continue reading Being White Means
My kids tell me to stop Telling them how broken the world is. The wounds feel so fresh. The fabric of our flag hangs limp in my hand. I tried to fling it in the wind to whip the dust off Specks of toxic masculinity are so difficult to remove The bleach pen made the flag too white… Immigration approvals for Eastern Europeans only and Domestic … Continue reading FRaGiLe
Anyone who has ever created something from nothing Or turned scraps into Art or sounds into songs or dark, open skies into galaxies knows: That what is made Is not lovely because of what it is Rather it is made lovely by who has loved it. Anyone who has ever created Words Into stories or poetry or fashioned cloth into clothing knows they can continue … Continue reading Creator
God hunger – one who looks into a mirror then forgets his own face Continue reading Crave
I woke up in love On a sunny Sunday morning Bird chirps Dog snores Hot tea nestled between my hands Thumbs curved through the tea cup’s handle Steam kissed face Warm layers of Stretchy pants and sweaters My hair’s grown past my ears Softly brushes my shoulders For the first time in years Turmoil Trouble Gave me my space My peace My rest My sabbath … Continue reading Sunny Sundays
Calm Inhale the clouds Exhale the dust Count the stars on the back of your eyelids Calm Trace the outlines of your memories Dance among those precious, Vague shapes Smile Stretch and move your flexible spine Strong Remember the time You stood up in fear and trembling Armed with audacious Hope Put your hand on your hip – Still carrying the arrows you … Continue reading Calm
How can I unravel What is wrung between clenched fists, Untangle these complexities, Or Unsee these sights? How can I, or anyone, begin to walk again When this tangled trial of tribulation Ties me down again? I have to ask these questions I have to hold the strings I have to start SOMEWHERE or I will not do a thing I have to crawl in … Continue reading Persist
