“My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.” — Audre Lorde, “The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action” It’s tightin my gut like I swallowedsomething whole andhave been holding it intestinally,unable to will myselfto let go. This grip hasgrown strong over long yearsof winding my wayof being aroundand around it… Continue reading Elephant

Living the Lie of Independence

July 4 has come and gone again. All day my thoughts meandered through a muggy haze of irony. Maybe it was the week of increasingly prolific explosions giving suburbia a nightly theatrical production of the dangerous conditions that inspire Syrian and Palestinian families to seek refuge so far from their ancestral homes. Or maybe

All Together Now

“God! I’m surrounded by drunk people,” she swore. We walked briskly past the patio rails, which only almost contained the Saturday night revelry spilling out of the bars. “‘Sinners! Dirty sinners, every one of them!’

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,… Continue reading This Is for You