Month: September 2019

Newsletter #01: Where It All Began

Dear Family & Friends … I welcome you to my 1st newsletter. I am humbled and grateful to be in intimate connection with you. My prayer is that my words touch something inside of you. It does not matter that you agree or disagree with what I say. What matters is that it captures your attention, makes you feel something, and invites you to consider your own life. The Earth is rumbling, humans are afraid, angry, confused, ashamed and shameless … pain and horror are everywhere. Most people tend to shy away from their own personal pain. They try to fix, medicate, deny, distract,… Read more »

The Feminine in This Man

This is what the feminine looks like in This man: As I notice a fear arising, I imagine the courage it takes for someone to ‘come out’. And so I thank my gay brothers … esp Greg Gondron & David Govaker … for challenging & supporting me to clean up my homophobic imprint. It will never go away, but each clear and fearless declaration reclaims more territory. So here goes … 🌈 My Emotional Landscape: Many of my feelings are messy, uncomfortable, and painful, bringing gut-wrenching wails and buckets of tears. In no part of me do I believe that… Read more »

Poem: Here I Am

Shimmering, watery lights, exploding through the ceiling of my fears. I open to the expanse of 700 million stars. At once I ascend, free and unencumbered only to be dropped back into the flood. Dirty water pulsing with dead horses, lifeless limbs, long leggy ladies looking with longing. I flail my arms, kick my legs, only to remain in the same place. Saudi jets, small cars with large trailers, angry dykes, they offer me their cold white hands. I reach out to take hold, only to collapse back in, sad, empty, alone. What is the beautiful, I ask? What… Read more »

The Black Face of Magic

Barefoot I descend along the narrow diamond-backed passageway that twists and turns and undulates deeper towards the center of the storm. The stone wall opens, the waves rise on all sides so close I can feel drops hitting my face. An unseen force carries me along, so terrifying, yet I open and surrender merging with the currents as each frozen part of me thaws, dissolving into the vast blackness. In slow motion, I rest at the bottom. All is still, no sound except the tickling of a black baby grand. And there she sits, naked black body glistening, swaying… Read more »

Black Mother Snake

Earth bound, slithering through the slime and shit of an existential hole in time, unable to see the sky. Longing to spread my wings of delight and ascend the silver stairs to the sun. Condemned and blessed to feel the ryhthms of the snake dance, taught by naked black dykes who copulate with crocodiles, surrounded by fools, hoodlums, and Chinese Kung Fu fighters who sing the anthem to the darkness. Seeking shelter from the smelly swamp, clawing and scratching to get to the top of the pyramid, only to tumble down, again, broken wings, scarred right hand, naked, terrified,… Read more »