This blog is a dumping ground for all my thoughts. It mostly seems to be about my personal life. In such posts, I stay as close to the truth as possiblei, but things like names or locations have been made fuzzy to protect the anonymity of other people involved.

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2018-11-10 09:40:33 +0000

what is

except the

of the

we can

into the

of others

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2018-11-06 16:22:10 +0000

we were two travellers
on a long, empty road
converging on a junction

we were both walking north
heading to where
the mountains meet the sky

your clothes were ragged
and so were mine
weathered, they’d say

“two’s better than one”
you rasped,
phantoms of a grin

company for the nights ahead
where the roads end
and the thickets snare

i’d met many like you
gnarled from within and without
you could have been me

the question wasn’t
whether to fear you in my sleep
i saw through you

it was when
you’d snuff the flame
i’d try to share

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2018-11-06 15:39:39 +0000

i was born
a drop
of rain
placed atop
a mountain
with all
the potential
by the path
carved out
before me
but instead
of crashing
as waterfalls do
into the sea
i chose
to become

m i s t

An Injury To One

2018-11-04 17:35:02 +0000

When I first heard about the Honduran migrant caravan, I wrote this post and then stashed it away as perhaps too much of a doomsday prophecy, but now that we’re moving closer to the reality that the caravan will reach the US border and given the things that are being said of them in the media and the increased white nationalist violence in the US, I’m resurrecting it.

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2018-11-04 11:39:05 +0000

sometimes i feel
like a skipping stone
worn smooth
by time and tide
only noticed for a moment
of a desire, fleeting
picked up and discarded
for a short moment
a spectacle
before sinking again
lost to eternity

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2018-11-04 11:08:25 +0000

i am not
a participant
in this world

what one calls guardian
another calls foolish,
self-anointed world-rim-walker

it wasn’t my choice
not wholly
i was compelled, forced

i saw the scorched earth
and said
not today, not again

so i ventured
out into the night
to hunter the hunters

i learned their footprints
stalked them to their camps
picked them off from high ground

when they were desperate
i became them
the scourge from within

i was their nightmare
and they were mine
and we were our own heroes

the townsfolk found the bodies
and cried out
against he who kills

i, fiendish one
i, unwanted executioner

those i protect didn’t know
my face, my name
i could have returned

i could have slipped in
resumed my life

but i was too long gone
too deep into the night
enveloped in the darkness

it was my friend
and lover

sometimes i can hear
their music
see their campfires

the festivities
of the people
i could have been

but that is not my role
i want no part
in their world

i exist
so that those who come next
can build something better

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2018-11-04 10:57:55 +0000

darkness doesn’t fall
it’s pulled down
by those who crave the night
and those who think
they will survive it

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2018-10-26 10:30:28 +0000

from the back of the plane
looking forward
as we bob and sway
through the air

we are passive, moved
by the forces
greater than us
hardly able to observe them

like the seaweed in the tide
we grow, live, die
nourished by the waters
that also rip us away

a hundred heads rock
back and forth in unison
from the placidity
of agency removed

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2018-10-26 10:07:14 +0000

do you think
a cracked vase
feels guilt
when it must
be mended
does it feel
for burdening
with the duty
of repair
or does it know
that the crafter
feels empathy
for one day
they too
will be

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2018-10-25 20:35:28 +0000

there’s that little look
they give you
when they recognize you
as interesting
as unique
something to behold
the eye contact that lasts
a little too long
but not seeing you
longing after
who you could be
to them
but not wanting you
not really
wanting you to be
the jester at their party
the novelty they can try on
parade around
to be a tourist
in your life
they want to experience you
but just for a moment
just so they can tell their friends
so they can say
“they were mine”