To Sons and Daughters
To our sons or daughters, You have nothing to be ashamed of, whatever it is that they mock you for, it is also them; There is nothing that belongs to you that is not also theirs. The streets are hungry and the alleyways hungrier still, and you will find in your own way that language…
Fog Over Lake Washington
The fog sits thick over Lake Washington – immovable like an activist. Wakes come in from behind the curtain – in an endless supply – to tickle the shore. Watching change, a trout’s splash ripples the water which in turn ripples thoughts through my mind. It occurs to me that as I try…
A Brief Transcription of a Phone Call Where for the First Time a Middle Aged White Man Complains to his Wife of Being Marginalized
“No, you’re not,” “But I mean it’s like nobody wants to hear my voice, my perspective. I’m a dad to a daughter, a husband, raised by a single mom, we’re all in this together and I matter too dammit.” “Mmhmm,” “…” “Honey, you’ve had the whole of history to be ‘heard’ exclusively. You’re voice doesn’t…
All the Seeds
Perfuming all the seeds, each moment, as wind ripples leaves; waterfall. If you want to see more of my haiku, you can check them out here.