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Birthday: A Poem for Those Who Never Had One

It’s my birthday today.33 years ago, my mother choseLife.Not so forOne million, three hundredseventy-one thousand,two hundred eighty-fiveOthers that year. I made itFrom clump of cellsto person.That [fabricated] line of“You’re nothing” to“You matter”.They didn’t. I grieve for Wombs turned tombs.I hope in the oneWho went in to bothTo offer life to Murderers and murdered Alike.

Light and Words and All We Would Forget

I think about words often. In writing, word choice is crucial. Quality writing exists when precise and clear language is used, it is what makes a piece understandable and beautiful. But it seems a growing trend to praise words that are merely pretty adornments for dangerous ideas, to take emotive pleasure with very little thought […]

Welcome to Wonderland…You Don’t Belong Here

The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal.G.K. Chesterton Our modern world finds itself in a truth conundrum. Trapped between reality and autonomy, unable to move forward without a blow to pride or sinking into further delusion.  The mess of irrational truth claims […]

Did God Really Say? :On Wordy Seduction

We would rather be ruined than changedWe would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die.W.H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety If you read enough history, crossing borders and centuries is a common thread: we love to take old ideas and make them seem new. We like to […]

The Geography of a Mob: A Poem

We painted Ru de la Sant├ęBy guillotine.Scheunenvietel glittered with violence. We turned the soil of Choeung Ekto plant bonesMississippi trees bore strange fruit We turned Kigali sanctuaryto Tutsi cemetery.American streets are safer than her wombs. We are the riotous, genocidal lynchers.Map lines cross and change, blood-thirsty people stay the same. We shouted–crucify himwhen it was […]