read me

Who am I to sink into the comforts of life when countless others aren’t even guaranteed survival right now? Who am I to bemoan having to take on a second job so that I can get by AND live somewhat comfortably when countless others aren’t even guaranteed survival right now, and I am finally learningContinue reading “read me”

astral affairs

I am a meteor. Through wisps of clouds I see the giant see-saw bathed in blood, one end marked “personal” and one marked “political.” Billions stand by and scratch their heads, adding weight to either side, trying to even it out, trying to make it uneven, trying, trying, trying. I am a meteor, and myContinue reading “astral affairs”

cake, stories, and ceilings

In our present realm of oppression, it is apparent that anecdotal evidence is not given the esteem it so obviously deserves. We’ve heard voices chiming from corners big and small across the globe for decades now. We’ve read words and witnessed testimonies. We’ve flinched at headlines and chosen realities that are more comfortable, more suitableContinue reading “cake, stories, and ceilings”

Hold On, We’re Going Home

There will be an important moment years from now. It will be at a gathering of some sorts: a concert of one of your favorite bands; a ceremonial worship gathering; a party with your closest friends; a crowded movie premiere thrumming with anticipation. There will be a distinct moment when time seems to slow. AndContinue reading “Hold On, We’re Going Home”

How the South has Softened Me

I once wore a reflective suit of armor crafted from impatience, resentment, and cynicism. At the time, I believed that it protected me from the pain and suffering of both my internal and external realities. It was a shroud that kept people at arm’s length, even when I let them believe that they were aContinue reading “How the South has Softened Me”

Eight Years Stronger

The two of us, side by side on a park bench, two pairs of sea glass eyes watching and waiting and wondering. Me, in my ratty jeans and obscure t-shirt; her, in her old fashioned red flannel nightgown, trimmed with white lace. Her hair is haphazard and carefree. She swings her legs, bare feet inchesContinue reading “Eight Years Stronger”

Armor

The prompt: “What is your greatest fear?” I stare at the question. Five words, black and white, evoking a panoply of images and thoughts and memories. It could be casual dinner conversation or a hushed exchange between friends or lovers. It could be something as simple as heights or spiders or something much more convolutedContinue reading “Armor”

Holy

“Unaware of where I’m going / or if I’m going anywhere at all / but I know I’ll take the leap, if it is worth the fall // so long as the blood keeps flowing / I’ll set a sail and swim across / I’m not looking to be found / just want to feelContinue reading “Holy”

Mosaic

Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”