Haint of Hope

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Oh weak heart why to you deceive a determined mind? Though I am truly and finally grateful to be free from all that was toxic and false moments swell within me where I miss all that was sweet and true Surprised by joy peeping into my life seeping into my soul My unhinged heart is [Read More...]

A new fucking life


As my tears evaporate into a beautiful, briny mask my will transcends the pit of despair toward fucking awesome dreams As my memory clears from the wreckage of you my spirit unfurls with growing delight into a fucking beautiful flower As my heart is exposed to the possibility of hope my imagination soars to new [Read More...]

Separation: the Rosetta Stone of Love Languages


Adorning my tiny, new, ancient apartment in kitchen, bedroom and sacred writing nook I gaze upon art intentionally placed to remind me how she did try to love me, in her native language, so alien to my own – articulation through the material seeking, giving that which she recognized as meaningful to me but that I must now acknowledge [Read More...]

With gay marriage comes gay divorce


I’ve been rather quiet this month but it is now time to break my silence. When you are committed to speaking truth, eventually you’ll stand on the cliff that beckons you to utter the unbearable truth about your own life. Today I am stepping with faith into the free-fall of sharing my truth. I’ll not [Read More...]

To do a thing


that is beyond reason that calls you forward with no hope of fruition that seeks to destroy you even as your heart believes you will flourish that defies logic that sinks into the spongey darkness of the human heart as you seek your ultimate that can mean ruin or joy unbound dependent upon touching the [Read More...]

Grace Light Love Truth


night sweats of self-loathing evaporating in the sweltering century are laced with toxic doctrines ingested against my will sweet words swallowed as my body convulses rejecting rancid subterfuge of dogma slipping like slick freon through the crystalizing chambers of my soul as i search the the beckoning abyss under the vast bending arc of Grace [Read More...]

Undulating lace


With synapses well lubricated by gauche wine after a day of staining our tiny, ragged deck, I watched the first fire of the fall burn savagely in her hearth. I stood from my thread-bare lawn chair and sunk to the ground as my rouged toes grasped the wily weeds that were holding on for dear [Read More...]