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The end to a frustrating series of dreams?

Monday, February 27th, 2012

Last night I killed the demon from so many nightmares. I held her and wept. Everyone agreed, it had to be this way.

I Forgot It

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

I’m not afraid any more like I have been. Like I wanted to be. I’m not proud, I’m just ready. I just am. It’s not so lonely now; to be alone. I’m not afraid any more of the bigger things. I’ve learned to disagree. and I don’t feel ungrateful and I don’t feel confused. I […]

I wasn’t ready.

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

She entered and the world would never be the same. Two thousand days and ne’er a word. Not even one. And it wasn’t in the my eyes, but I was sad and content. She entered. She took. She left. It won’t be long now. It can’t belong now. And of course, it won’t last. We’ll […]

Dear Autumn, Wait. Addendum:

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

I asked Autumn to wait and she didn’t. I begged summer to be but she isn’t. and the sun comes in at Autumn’s angle and I don’t listen. I asked Autumn to hold off for me but she lives in the bones of the trees and the stars now can whimper in a way that […]

It is not invisible, but lost like a forest for the trees.

Friday, August 26th, 2011

This poem is a constant work in Progress. Which is hilarious because it is about an obscure flavor of Christianity called Process Theology. As such, these words constantly work to reflect an asymptotically and therefore eternally refining theory of eschatology, metaphysics, ontology, and most importantly me. It’s called,  “It is not invisible, but lost like […]

More Worky Blatherings:

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

It doesn’t matter. If you breathe, you are powerful.  If you don’t, you are still powerful. When you were born, you were perfect.  When you die, you’ll be perfect. The electromagnetic forces binding your strings and quarks and particles to eachother… the nothingness between the empty spaces in your body… they hold more energy than […]

Black, I, Mountain.

Friday, August 20th, 2010

I dedicate this to anyone in the world who has ever had a tiny kit of make up Hidden, maybe, hidden in the upper right hand corner drawer of the bathroom. A tiny kit of makeup specifically for covering up black eyes. Black eyes given to them by that same person to whom they have […]

Tonight, Saturn is on His Knees

Friday, August 6th, 2010

Andrea Gibson has created a very beautiful piece of goodness for y’all to hear. Listen: Say Yes


Friday, April 30th, 2010

The words wont change, the paper won’t let it.  My reality is too hard between the two of us. There they sit.  Praise God.  GOD. Perfect.  Dance.  Hope. They refuse to burn. – I wouldn’t have known what to say. So I’m glad I wasn’t there. I can sing this out now. I don’t think […]

Words that Echo in our Souls

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

The sun goes down and sometimes the worlds very dark and it’s called night time.

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