“My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.”

— Audre Lorde, “The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action”

It’s tight
in my gut like I swallowed
something whole and
have been holding it intestinally,
unable to will myself
to let go. This grip has
grown strong over long years
of winding my way
of being around
and around it — a string
of silences balled up,
filling my belly with empty

There is no ignorance
sufficient to escape
the elephant
I fear, who walks within me.
Obvious and unstated,
pressing me out into oblivion,
it goes its own lumbering way,
without saying
so much as,
“So what?” Immune to challenge,
my deep-seated diplomat
the river of my life,
drinks its weight,
as I wait
for my fear of elephants
to dissipate.

I am mourning
the words I searched my soul for
in vigilant silence,
which were found
too heavy
for a world so
unbearably light.
They would fail
me and fall
flat, as
their gravity requires.
Who would risk being
crushed to catch their meaning?
Will my writings paper
the walls behind the dancing lights,
the blue-haze
graffiti we graze upon,
blindly chewing cud
over water coolers and
what dinner tables have
survived into
this new age of reality
to advise our communal ruminations
and measure us
into herds until
there is only one?
Don’t you
get it? There is
an elephant
wading in and damming
the river of life
that would flow out
of me,
but doesn’t

This Is for You

I’m scared. I have been for a really long time. Reeeeaaally long. I’m scared because my heart is full of desires it seems my head just can’t fulfill.

I’m a grown man, but I fear I’m ridiculously immature because I haven’t yet figured out how to do the things I expect grown men to do, like provide for my family’s financial needs, create the relationships I want, and write simple sentences. Continue reading “This Is for You”

Who Am I?

That’s the question I’m always asking myself. I mean literally always. Because of the way we’re enmeshed with our environment, everything we say or do evokes some kind of reaction—in essence, a “reply”—from the world. You can call it conservation of energy, or you can call it karma. I sometimes think of it as a lifelong question and answer session between myself and the universe. Continue reading “Who Am I?”

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