> this is quite stunning to see that this is how you read the events of the > last two days-and your estimation of me. > I do not contain a malignant distrust that makes healthy relations > impossible.I have a vast array of healthy relationship that affirm this > daily. > That you have been unwilling to hear and see me fully and that you would > draw a comparison between the hate crimes and systemic discrimination faced > by queers with your hurt feelings and then claim that you have done nothing > to merit my taking issue […]
explication, the second (K speaking to D)
> you wrote.. >> I have not denied the existence of anything. I simply and very firmly >> believe that being ‘difference blind’ is just as important as being >> ‘color blind’ or ‘religion blind’ or any other form of ‘blind’ that >> connotes tolerance and acceptance. > > and this point is a fundamental difference in world view between us-you > assert that being blind to difference is the road to tolerance and > acceptance. > i have no desire to have someone have to a blind eye to my unique aspects in > order to “tolerate” or “accept” […]
exception, the explication (K speaking to D)
I completely understand and appreciate your candor. I would correct you but slightly in relation to the following: > and as i mull this i come back to your statements of looking past > differences,as if they were not there.and this gnaws at me as well.my > difference will always be there.that i should be singled out for ill > treatment or prejudice for this is wrong,but to deny it’s existence is also > wrong. I have not denied the existence of anything. I simply and very firmly believe that being ‘difference blind’ is just as important as being ‘color […]
three minutes (slam poetry)
Two hundred and fifty words As many as three hundred If one can manage elocution Three minutes to touch you To make you feel How many drops do you feel when it rains? What is it about this, the insistent pounding of the storm That makes us feel alive? The thunder of shared experience? The pulse of commonality? The chagrin of shared shame? Gathered, like so many doves amongst the branches of life’s tree Shivering in the storm Glory to the vibrato, the one who makes us feel Poet, preacher, penitent, fool Give us your words and remind us what […]
serencholia
the opposite of melancholia the flavor of missed things never known is ripe like fallen fruit, unclaimed heavy with unspent sweetness soft against hungry teeth
dreaming seed
i would rather die, frozen in effigy, than live in a world where hope has died, where remembrance has been murdered as if for sport. the shape is the thing in itself. i remember. do you?
first date
dedicated to war by name vivere militare est smiling, at ease at parade rest as we spoke laughingly
archival – first actual date in over … well, years. (K speaking to JS)
I do not remember if I dreamt, but I definitely woke up and thought of you. I blame being single and not dating in too damned long and a fine night of merriment and interpersonal connection. I am still giddy. There is not a lot to do at 3am. I could make art and likely will in a bit. I could “write”, but have been a tad blocked of late and this resolves best when left to its own devices in the back of my head. So I did the second thing on the short list of ‘things I really […]