Backward Hawaiian Vacation Waikiki, oasis of sand and skin, promises peaceful paradise, never ending blue skies under which to dream of manufactured utopias meant for tourists. Luaus and macadamia farms founded on beds of lava keep us safe from truth…. Continue Reading →
Riding a bicycle in a war zone The photo only shows a muddied hand extended from jacket’s blue sleeve palm up in the rubble strewn street fingers curled, nails polished bright red. It was enough. Seeing the image, her… Continue Reading →
I will not dine on my own bones Do not wound me because you wound yourself with delusions and paranoia, building straw multiverses that orbit an oversized ego where you are the only permitted victim, where those who reveal your… Continue Reading →
American Crossroads For nothing now can ever come to any good, now that justice is dead, swept from the stage of this farce we call America, where manhood is white and carries a gun fired in rage, where guilt is… Continue Reading →
Billie Here is a strange and bitter crop – macabre scene of hanging black bodies, ghosts roused by sultry lament to hushed silence of offended pale faces come to be entertained, not embarrassed. Hers a voice that knew bitterness. Long… Continue Reading →
Can it be that Which sets us free is what we fear most? We demand the right to do as we please, no matter if it pleases no one else. To ridicule deformed bodies; invent our own reality when facts… Continue Reading →
Let’s Make a Deal The door of compassion is ours if we wish to keep it – or do we want door #2 instead? Monty Hall wants to know. We come costumed to deal, would-be saints wield holy books, old… Continue Reading →
Your sons and daughters will prophesy (Acts 2:17) (After the image “Humid” by Joshua Eric Williams) Every so often the trees call, needing to impart wisdom. When their mystical chant beckons, I hasten to walk their forest abbeys, silent, listening,… Continue Reading →
A Lament for Truth I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. – Martin Luther King, Jr. Tears caress cheeks as we gather to mourn: Truth is dead. It may have won some day but… Continue Reading →
The Christmas Tree Four-foot pine perches on my end table past its appointed season needles green as ever, as plastic as merriment coerced by Hallmark puppies hanging around wearing Santa hats and riding candy canes, polar bears wrapped in red… Continue Reading →
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