Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine!
Wine wine wine wine… wine wine wine!
And now I feel finnnnnnnneeee!
A Little Wine With Your Whine?
30 Aug 2014 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: drink, food, haiku, life, love, poem, poetry, whine, wine
The Fall of (Wo)Man
26 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: bible, equality, gender, God, hurt, love, man, poem, poetry, self, woman, women
What are you, Weak One?
You whose insides drip out of you like shame.
Whose worth is not marked by quality of character, but by the amount of produce seeded in your belly.
Does your existence only matter when there is fruit within your womb?
What are you?
Are you more than just a mere rib set aside to provide companionship?
To provide comfort?
Can you stand mightier than kings?
Divinely as gods?
You whose frame and feature is compared so often to that of a delicate flower.
What are you, Empty Strength?
You whose so numb, you couldn’t tell a winter wind from a knife in the back.
You who pleads in silence for a safe place to cry.
But instead follows the fold in a parade of rage.
What are you?
Are you more than just a pile of dust molded into a play thing for a fickle father?
A forever-child searching always for his abandoning mother?
You whose pride is more valuable than the opportunity to connect.
The opportunity to be human.
What are you?…
What are we?
Unconditional Haiku
24 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: friend, haiku, healing, hurt, love, partner, poem, poetry, trauma
Hate me if you will,
But I did this out of love.
Love will conquer all.
He Says, “You’re one of a Kind”
23 Aug 2014 1 Comment
in Poetry Tags: bad ass, haiku, letting go, me, one of a kind, poem, poetry, self, self esteem
There’s just one of me,
Of course I’m one of a kind
And that is bad-ass.
Lie-ku
22 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: haiku, honest, hurt, lie, lies, love, poem, poetry, truth
When the lies come first,
Spun in a web of chaos
Any truth becomes lie.
Moving Beyond ‘I Feel So Helpless’
20 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
Last night, a few hundred of us marched to the steps of the Colorado state capitol. There we stood in solidarity to bring peace, justice and equality to Ferguson, Michael Brown, people of color… Hell, all people!!
We could not have done this without Kenny Wiley, who brought us together in body and with his moving words.
Thanks, Kenny!
Mike Brown, Ferguson and Injustice
Moments away from addressing the crowd of two hundred, I panicked. Who could I draw upon for inspiration? My mind turned briefly to MLK–which made me feel even worse. Wow, Kenny, I thought to myself. You tweet a few times, co-organize a couple vigils and rallies and now you’re Dr. King. Real humble there, buddy.
Okay, so that wouldn’t work. I went over names and faces in my head. Fannie Lou Hamer. John Lewis. Ella Baker. Bayard Rustin. Dorothy Day.
Names flew by faster and faster. Two hundred-ish of my fellow Denver residents had joined together to honor Mike Brown and other victims of police violence, and to rally for justice and racial equality. I had volunteered to co-organize and to emcee the vigil itself.
Why had I done that again?
I’m just some guy who works at a Unitarian Universalist church. I’m not an ordained…
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A Fool’s Haiku
18 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: fool, fool on the hill, haiku, hurt, loss, love, poem, poetry
The Fool on the hill?
There is no fool to be found…
She never was there.
