give thanks for
this night
this walk uphill
towards darkness
the pause at the peak
the descent towards home
give thanks for night
warm enough to bare
my skin before
winter arrives
give thanks for the stars
that have left
my heart to finish
dying in the sky
give thanks for you
moon, when I ask
where are you
and you answer me
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Blessed and honored to announce that Part 1 & 2 of my non-fiction essay “On Becoming an Ex-Writer” just went live at Doveglion Press! Many thanks to editors Barbara Jane Reyes and Oscar Bermeo for the shine. Shout out to coming out and coming of age in the golden early 90s in Frisco, writing on walls, bombing partners and falling in love with words, one at a time. Trying to connect the dots before they fade…
Check it out and let me know what you think.
That night
you enter the tunnel
back in your country of subways
*there is no easy way
Inhale moss and tar and vibrating
air that always waits for the next train rush
air that does not know moonlight
there is no easy way
Tunnel the length of a blues song
tunnel your chorus
take your time warming up
should I, should I ask for more
Belt out Etta James,
nightsilk worn by the friction
of deep thunder and lightning
so I won’t be wasted
You’ll never hit
these notes again
like sugar on the floor
they carry
you to the other side
*Lyrics from “Sugar on the Floor” by Etta James
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