Scraping the dirt and grime From my faulty brittle spine Dusting off my knees Grown from a stolen seed Picking at the scab I pretended I didn't have The bumps and bruises show Beneath ripped regal robes
Clouds fly Settle in the west Rain dries High on hill crest Time flies When you're one with the day One time Will break in a new way I tried To race on a speedway Sometimes You get more when you slow With the changes
There are things in life I feel will never change. Pain, suffering, the need for deep and lasting love, the call of independence and self-acceptance, the always changing inner drummer whose rhythm radically quickens or slows in the very moment we feel we are starting to understand the song. Finding and losing love, breaking and … Continue reading Don’t Understand
“When my information changes, I alter my conclusions. What do you do, sir?” John Maynard Keyes Dear Young Jane, I watched a video by Tyler Glenn today about the recent increase in gay suicides in the state of Utah (see this NPR article for details) and I felt compelled to speak to you, Young Religious Jane. I still … Continue reading Dear Young Jane
I've made a decision. It's a pretty huge one. I'm still trying to process it, actually, because my brain has been stuck in this same rut for so long that it doesn't know how to think in another way. In some ways, I feel like I'm cutting off my right arm but it makes me … Continue reading Incredibly Important Announcement of Epic Proportions Such That I Might Never Be the Same
This is so me, it makes me want to hurl. Two hours could be two minutes for me, though...
What I really fear is the day when we look back and think 'I miss the days when Trump was the worst candidate.'