I am not The Owner. I am not The Cook. I am not The Menu. I am just the waiter, serving you all. I am not The Light. I am not The Dark. I am not The Rainbow. I am just the
Forty Four #HashTags Forming a Poem.
“But the things that proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and those defile the man. For out of the heart come evil thoughts…” #NeverBirther. #NeverSexualPredator. #NeverMisogynist. #NeverRacist. #NeverHomophobe. #NeverIslamophobe. #NeverBullying. #NeverGaslighting. #NeverNativist. #NeverDemagogue. #NeverAuthoritarian. #AlwaysLiberal.
On litmus tests of patriotism
There was a man I once knew who refused to salute the flag, take the pledge or sing the anthem. He was about 12 years old when the linked photo to the right was taken. Like many of my relatives,
Every Word is Brokenhearted
Every word is brokenhearted, As the style book is in mourning All the crafted prose now yields To random, blithering, noise. Every byline now is grieving, in honor of your passing, And so the words fell down, feeling no one’s
To Lose You, My Friend
For us, you solved the puzzle of life, which you composed as collage: of beauty, of music, of compassion, of laughter, of friendship, of love. The palette of choice was All your gardens, All your songs, All your art, All your Spirit, which
With the former and of the latter
Unexpected to my life came our time where numbers in the canon of love of the people I knew far surpassed those of the people I know. Beyond the grace of melancholy, I am still possessed by my personal union with the former