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The Uprising.

There is no name for a nation
undoing its moral underpinnings,
freeing itself from the constraints
of the democratic experiment
the same way a woman sighs with such relief
when taking off her bra before bed.

There is no name for the dreams that come after:
drowning, climbing, plummeting to a certain death
and waking to find only faint sunlight
making its way through the window.

There are no maps for this place,
this soft burning that is not hate
but keeps trying to be.

There is no name for the uprising of the human heart.

P.S. 69 more of my poems here.

Invocation

After burning Brand Camp to the ground and taking a multi-month sabbatical, I wrote this as the keystone for beginning again.  Before the website and the sales pages, the plugins and links and SEO, there were only these words.

It’s the prayer/poem I offer for every visitor to this space, and it’s my deepest wish for you today.

Invocation

Help me breathe life into the space
between who I am and who I’m becoming.
Help me transcend the path that is merely obvious
for the one unfolding through the things I can’t not do.
Help me choose to follow those breadcrumbs and in the process
to make something solid in the soul, something lasting,
something holy.

Help us breathe life into the space
between who we are and who we’re becoming.
Help us transcend the path that is merely obvious
for the path calling to us through the things we can’t not do.
Help us choose to follow those breadcrumbs and in the process
to make something solid in the soul, something lasting,
something holy.

P.S.  69 more poems here.

For when it all falls apart.

When it all falls apart,
let it.

Trying to save a brick here
or a scrap of gold there
during the act of tumbling to the ground
doesn’t help and isn’t wise
and probably means you break an arm or a leg
during an acrobatic feat gone wrong.

When it all falls apart,
let it.

And on that morning, long from now,
when you find those three pieces
that have survived,
you’ll see the way they fit together
into some new and necessary
way of being.

When it all falls apart,
let it.

P.S.  More of my poems here.

All the Selves I Used to Be

All the Selves I Used to Be

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These are 69 poems written from 1999-2016, brought together to represent the good, the bad, and the ugly about coming of age with the internet, before the word 'Millennial' existed, before iPhones had been created, before the claws of social media got their talons into everyone. More info →
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