Honesty does.Time can mask the pain,Give us other things to think aboutPut some distance between usAnd the woundBut it will not heal usIt will not make us whole.Words left unsaidLeave a deafening silenceThat won’t be filledBy ticking of the clock-Time heals nothing.Say what needs to be said.Read more "Time heals nothing"
The house smelled like laughter,Mostly hers-A medium tone chuckleThat stretched on like a happy mistThat lingered in the room.Her buoyant spiritWas a steady recognizable atmosphereThat made every house we lived inFeel like home.Saturday morningsWe woke up to Mama praying;Loudly and intenselySomehow instilling bothThe fear of GodAnd a deep sense of safetyBefore saying amen.She governed the […]Read more "Mama’s house"
We become fuller versionsOf ourselvesThrough the people we choose toEat with,We share fresh familiar mealsThat all at once bring back old memoriesAnd usher in a warm senseOf future possibility.Fathers and mothersBreak bread at the table,Feeding the childrenWith food and wisdomIn equal measure.Mama brings out the cake-The icing is as thickAs the love she smothers us […]Read more "Dinner Table"
Are never adequate.Nothing quite lives upTo the memoryOf a living person.Loss is loss.Whether you engrave it in goldOr write it in the sandThe departed won’t answerWhen you call them by name.Grief is griefAnd it has no expiry date.And though the yearsPile onThe hole is never quite filled.The substance of a memorialIs not so much about […]Read more "Memorials"
Sometimes after months of waging warYou don’t get a decisive victory,The battle plays outIn ways you never anticipatedAnd you find yourself in a marathon wrestling matchWith struggles you’d rather not have.Some days all you can doIs stay in the fight,Take the hitsBut refuse to be knocked out,Refuse to let your heart grow bitter,Protect your mind […]Read more "Fights of Endurance"
But it doesn’t come cheap Because doing life with others Demands the death Of the parts of us That are incompatible with human fellowship: The uncompromising selfishness The incessant need to be right The eternal reach for control. We hold onto our absolute individual rights and freedoms At the expense of belonging to something greater, […]Read more "Community is free"
Are harder to reach than we might imagine.We put a lot of effort manufacturing ideal early impressionsBut its impossible to know for sureWhat we will be remembered for.We are living in age where the heroes of the pastAre the scapegoats of todayAnd who’s to sayIf the scoundrels of our dayWon’t be hailed as the freedom […]Read more "Conclusions"
Money is rarely just money.Its relationship to our identityIs one few of us can openly admitBut one we all feel intimately.All this talk of financial securityDoesn’t account for the phenomenon whereWhile we are on our wayTo securing the bagThe bag itself has secured us,Binding us to itself until weAlmost solely base our existenceOn moneyAnd the […]Read more "Financial Decoupling"
There are few.Few that will suffice.Few that will offer true solace.Words cannot fill a voidThat a person once did.They will always be inadequateAlways less than what a bewildered heartNeeds.So if you find yourselfIn the presence of the grievingAnd on the verge of mounting intoA monologue regarding the nature of lifeAnd death,Keep in viewThe limits of […]Read more "Words for the grieving."
There’s something hollow About caring more about your reputation Than your legacy, On looking like you have it all And yet possessing very little indeed, Catering so much for the eyes Yet so little for the heart, An ever growing repertoire of performances With fewer and fewer people you can trust With your mask off. […]Read more "Appetite for Appearances"