But

I called Allie and told her: “That’s it?” Okay. First kisses aren’t supposed to be good, right? But can I think of kiss with a man that was “special”? Some felt special…but I never understood why. With her though… I felt a hunger beyond thought, beyond practice — beyond expectation and protocol. Do I feel that wayContinue reading “But”

Should

Maybe I should write more; maybe I should change the story; maybe I should wear a shirt when it rains and nothing else; maybe I should pretend I don’t feel other people’s pain; maybe I should go over there and explain; maybe I should keeping looking for love in all the wrong places; maybe IContinue reading “Should”

Inheritance

What legacy have I been born into, have you been born into, have we been born into?   The farmer, the preacher, the banker, the slave owner, the slave; the pawn, the mom, the sister, the son, the game.   It’s all a game of competition or at least it all seems like a gameContinue reading “Inheritance”

Trees

My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me.   These elements of control have never been my friend.   Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”

Self Love

I’m beginning to see self love in a different way.   Learning to love yourself for what you used to doubt, to question, to hate– that is the most important part.   The smile on your face, the eyebrows above it, the eyes a boy used to love, the stories within them.   Water canContinue reading “Self Love”

Doubt

I’ve been thinking. What’s new.   But this was more of meta thought: a thought about thought (again, what’s new).   What’s new is our apparent understanding of doubt is flawed.   The one thing we know for sure is that we know nothing. Doubt operates under the assumption that we know something.  If weContinue reading “Doubt”

Home

Let them fall out of me, like rain, these words on a page, they are my blood four drops in a row you know they’ll have me running, forgetting, wondering, “What was,” and, “What is…”   Let the open door remind me, remind you that our hearts are not just our house; they are our home and theContinue reading “Home”

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