Dinner’s at Six
Here I am Aching to know What’s on the other side of My grief. My child, To share this wisdom Would be The Gracious Luxury For us both. Sometimes it’s…
Firestorm Winds — found in Reclamation Magazine
Kiss me like you are grateful for me. That I exist. Not because I am special, no. My flesh and blood are alive, now on this planet. I chose you…
Strong Love is to Survive Love — Headline Poetry & Press
Strong Love is to Survive Loveby Hokis, Senior Editor The tunnel through to humility remainsencrusted with broken glass, barbed wire, andboots ready to nest on throats.People enter pulled by love or…
Without Nuance
A hurricane brews far out at sea-
a hot wind of creativity’s evolution
it nearly shakes the hand of this unsettle world’s tonic mist.
On Toxic Masculinity | Three Poems from OnBecoming
While perhaps not obvious, one consistent thread running through OnBecoming is my coming to terms with the reality that the patriarchy is not men, the masculine in men, the masculine…
“An act of bravery,” Kim Harvey on “OnBecoming”
“…weaving a mystical tapestry of self-creation that is celestial and universal…”
Guns are a Social Glue
the self-soothing white stickywe wipe our hands of only to dry, so we may peel itoff in one long strip, revealingour uniquely ugly palm. Sunday schooled, white washedhodgepodged coated strips ofthat…
