My Mistake.

Tim Wise, author of the book White Like Me, emphasizes that a white male anti-racisist (and by logical extension, feminist) is bound to make a few totally idiotic mistakes. While coming home on the train today, I made a mistake. As you may or may not know, trying to get seat on the uptown 1…

Loneliness.

Sits smiling on my inner porch.Urges me to sit near her.A mocking smile.She reaches across the wood bench to put her arm around me.A great joke is life, she seems to squeeze.It’s fun to remember that I’m always there for you.It’s a joy to know that you’ll always need someone.That you’ll always long for the…

The man on the Fire Escape.

There is a man on the fire escape of a building close to my window. His job, as far as I can tell, is to get the rust or paint off of the fire escape. How is this man accomplishing this very strange task? He is hitting the fire escape with a hammer. Then scraping…

The Insult Binary

I woke up this morning to a story on NPR’s Morning Edition about Obama and McCain playing on my radio. It was concerned with whether or not they individually will be able to, have been, and are ‘working across the table’. You know, reaching out to the other party. No more politics as usual. You…

My worldly impulse.

I’ve never understood why some people have the confidence and compulsion to spew their being across the universe no matter the color, nature, or quality of the sputum. Where do they get the confidence? Why are they compelled? Surely, in some cases, it is not from their adoring fans patting them on the back telling…

My Sunday

I woke up this morning. Body feels great. Skipping along. Inner life dancing to a tune from some kid’s show. The kettle started to whistle. “Oh,” I thought, “it’s time to make my tea.” And then… …BAM! I slammed my pinky toe into the fucking OPEN door. First thing. It hurts. Pretty bad. It’s not…

Crazy practices.

Wow. 73 days in a row. I didn’t think I had been doing my daily practices for that long. 73 days. Since April 16th, I have exercised, played guitar or piano, written, and practiced acting at least once a day. I thought to come here and just simply write about how a daily practice will…

Dark hole patch fence.

Something died in the night.I know not what it was.My heart is heavy, and that meansthat something died in the night. Was it in my dreams that something died.Did a domino fall down go boom?Was it the death of magic?Or the loss of a friend? Something died in the night.The day is not better for…

Totally exausted, and yet…

…I’m not too tired to be tired of baby games in theatre. I want to be hit with a brick so red that it shames my blood. I want to see colors so hard that my head is dented. How do you like that vicious mixing of irony and beleaguered verbal framing devices? My soul…

White boys think I want pot.

I don’t know why. I don’t know you. I don’t want that shit. My peace and quiet comes naturally. There are some folks up in a school in PA that might want some though. They’re keen on that shit after they tuck the kids into bed. Why don’t you go up there? They love cool…

Tattoos.

My friend Robert last night spontaneously shouted: “Beware of tattoos!” I’ve never liked them myself. But the other week I thought that I should seriously consider tattooing my body with some image of male and female in order to awaken the united duality that I want to grow within me. I did not tell him…

Decree; Reprieve; DiFranceeee

Here’s to Ani! Once upon a time I visited my friend in San Diego. An official sun on this world. Thankfully appreciated by all around her. But this entry is an ode to her former roommate, who played the song Decree from Ani DiFranco’s Album: Reprieve. She played that song over and over and over…

Hold it together.

Please, mam, hold it together–I can’t take another crazy event in my life.Please, lady, just keep it together–I’m really not bad, I just make mistakes. Just take a deep breath,And don’t lose your mind,Remember you mother,And how she taught you to be nice.I can’t take any more passive-aggressiveNo nothing is wrongEverything is fineI’m not pissed…