Splendor
Stretched out for miles
Cupped
In the palm of
Your hand
Like sand in a bottle
Light years
Who can fathom
Light years?
You.
Word made flesh and dwelt among us
Wanton beautiful
If you want
To see the mind of God
Gaze
At the clear night
Sky
Or just
The bubble nebula
Ghost/
Holy Ghost.
I used to write either to process grief, hold onto God, or take pictures with words.
I wrote poetry to hide and survive
Hide the full story
Survive the storm
Or whatever…
When you are 22 you want to be famous and loved
Now I understand better why I write one way or another
Prose is the plodding slow reward of a clean house
Poetry is a fencing match
A race against prose
Say something
Before it is too late
Try writing ordinary things
As poems
A fight with someone you love?
A grocery list
Acknowledges the power
Of the smallest things
We can
Take for granted
The artist was sexually abused by her adopted brother until she was 5.
He will not have to register as a sex offender.
So I finally put the WP app on my phone. I marginally publicize this blog because well, I am not a very good salesperson. So I am going to write a novel on my other blog.
Using the app
Yay WordPress!
Check it out if you are bored…
It is called “time flows down”
And it’s gonna be messy<3
Uncock the gun
Release the bullets
Into the palm of your hand
Put the weapon down
Smash it into pieces
Sown into earth
Like the teeth of the mythical
Dragon
Pull down the walls
Release the lions
They will feed now
On grass like the Lamb
Who has tamed them
Undo all the damage
Unleashed by thIs savage
Heart next to
A river, next to a Tree
At the center of this new country
We talk short words
The argot of binary code
Words and symbols you know better than me
Girlchild
My other daughter
Wish I could keep you close
Through storms and sun and boredom
All the days
A reminder of things
Beyond my reach
Light, for instance
Poured out like a drink offering
Through trees in the summer sky
Why is it following me? The boy asks
Because it loves you
His mother speaks of metonymy
And the moon?
Why does it follow me?
Same reason, of course
Love.
A woman on a plane objects to forced proximity to pornography and is told she has no support. She must endure another person’s objectional material. Which is, btw, degrading and offensive to women.
No one comes to her aid, and the NYTimes walks on egg shells when they report it.
A respectable American businessman who practices fair, nondiscriminatory hiring and follows his conscience in his business is vilified because he has the temerity to exercise his first amendment right to say he supports a traditional view of marriage.
Guy has a right to talk
But…
The truth is that one of the major reasons the marriage argument is huge and important is that millions of Americans live in fear because of hate. Hate kills, maims, tortures, intimidates, and dehumanizes people. Just because of their sexual identity.
No person in this country should have to hide who they are because they are afraid of violence.
No person should be the target of violence because they are gay or transgendered.
We have to start with that.
We have to build from the ground up.
Love requires it.
Carrying Light 