There’s a freedom to be who you are in Portland and it’s sacred. This city is unlike any place I’ve lived. The overall ethos of the city is to live with respect and communion with all people and harmony with the Earth, without pigeonholing everyone into tidy labels and categories. That’s one reason why this…
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Queer
Break the Violent Fetters- Free Amazon E-book- this weekend only!
The new year’s as queer as this lagoon is clear! 😆🦄 Amazon’s allowing “Break the Violent Fetters” e-book to be sold for FREE starting midnight until, 1/7!! Hope this book inspires you on your journeys! Link- https://amzn.to/2UREPlt
Brand New Person or Same old Mistakes?
I lied about not being afraid. Not on purpose, because I truly wasn’t afraid to leave everything behind and embark on this journey. I’m laying in a hammock- realizing I planned to have a home, physical possessions, royalties, a new life to return to and won’t have any of it. At least I have this…
From Queer to Some Eternity
I feel like I am fulfilling my purpose, that the muses flow through my penstrokes. I wrote a book that I am proud of, run-on sentences, and all. To what extent or success or dustbin acclaim it may achieve- I know not. I know it the fullness to where my path is leading, except I…
Gimme Shelter/Walking on Broken Glass
While here at this beautiful sea, during this time of ‘wait and see’, I published my first book- my life blood- 6 days ago. My wallet was stolen 2 weeks before, and while waiting for my 401 check to clear my physical possessions were sold off to strangers, 4 days ago. I should’ve budgeted better…
Setting Free the Captive/Free Man in Mexico
I am sitting at a bench in Chalputepec Park overlooking the lake. My edible is kicking in. I only have 6 or 7 left. The day is beautiful. Sunny with a cool breeze. Children blowing bubbles, laughter and hundreds of voices heard in the near distance. I believe I’m supposed to stay in Mexico for…
A Psalm Across America/ A Poem (Part 2 of 2)
There is a quaking in America. We rise to meet her palms faced up, Our children’s eyes open Breathing in this hard-won early morning. Eyes greeting the sun Glinted through these tears We look to see plant seeders filling out banquets of fields They stretch beyond a horizon in bursts of joy and exaltation.
Landslide/ A Psalm Across America (Part 1 of 2)
Traveling through America, I see how beautiful and robust, teaming with extraordinary lives and landscapes. I’ve driven through this whole country, but feel no closer to understanding it. I have not been able to figure out, at least geographically, why there appears to be a wide dearth between different factions in our country. There are…
