Category: writing some poetry

the more cycles pass the more recurring it all seems — from the highs and the lows of the physique (merisms) to the twists and turns of this mind (hendiadyses). it’s all creation, after all, the architecture of the small vis-à-vis the vastness of the universe. however, unlike that first creation moment which needed neither […]

I spent this week pondering a mistake I’d made and the quality of my work going on two long runs participating in an incredible brainstorming session discovering pimples attending a volunteer gathering checking my phones listening to a podcast with Nikki Giovanni, the heroine, marvelling at a young and female American politician starting a new […]

that day I came home in the bitter cold and my man gave me a hat made of brown leather in Eastern Germany long ago, we both knew we are on to something beautiful.

there will be no justice unless we wake up with the revolution in mind day after day, in private and in public. will we act from a place of tenderness and strength or a place of anger and shame and what difference does it make? it amazed me how visceral the experience of oppression can […]

to less clutter and ignorance. to more clarity and originality. to a humble, joyful participation in community and creation.

is this what David felt like when Goliath squatted beneath him in the grass, helplessly, i wondered, upon leaving the district court this morning. as of today, i am merely christian, no longer catholic. all i want for this act to mean is that the times of patriarchal hoardings of power and privilege are having to […]

church-going has become one of those endeavors during which I shut down half of my senses just to be able to stay. I take off my coat and I take off my thinking abilities and attitudes too, it seems. it’s a shame and a tragedy and a loss and it keeps worsening; meanwhile, the world keeps […]