Society

A Mother’s Son

The world saw a man adorned in an ornate, flag-draped box. She saw her sleeping boy. The world threw around words like “hero” and “brave”, she could only muster the words “my baby”.

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Write the Words, She Says

Somewhere, between here and there, we stand. Lost in human folly, forgotten in a moment’s rain, we stand. Longing, wanting, devoured by a certain kind of thirst, we stand. Playing humble amongst the trees, seeking […]

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I Cried Today, For You & For Me. (An Elephant Journal Piece)

I won’t be quiet while the party who brought us Reagan’s “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall” is now the party seeking to build a much longer one. I won’t pat you on the back […]

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Westward Ho!

There, the artist in me can sing his hallowed song while the man in me curses the blisters born upon his feet. There I can feel a hand on my back and a rhythm in each and every footfall.

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