n., /hō/kēs/ Armenian for "my soul."
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…
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.
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…
“…weaving a mystical tapestry of self-creation that is celestial and universal…”
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…
The neighboorhood I lived in had perfectly cut grass and clumps of flowers, A rapist lived next door. A rapist lived around the corner. My mother required I be nice to…
Solidarity in my pill box Five meds each day Should I test fate/ith again? go from five to zero in one second flat? go off the guard rail along the mountaintop…
