Straight and Narrow

Crisp, clean, lean and linear. Effortless to hold. Alas, possibly too bold. Stark, as it leads to the scold. © So be it. The clean-cut line, as pristine as, precious time. © Often, I wish to be as well-defined. Pulling closer the sharp edges... I shed. No matter, the contrast of my less sleek design. … Continue reading Straight and Narrow


Holy Insecurity

No certainty. To the reliance of reflection I see. Thus, what of the transformation into an iron cross of discovery? Un-anchored spirits from forbidden doorways. Youthful were the vestiges I held to the light. Now they are only recollections of disappointed blasphemy. ≤ How true these reflections in me? How honest can the hues be? … Continue reading Holy Insecurity

Dreaming in Rainbow

Grew up in vivid red. Amassed my mind from toe to head. Not prison of gray. Not a reprimand of black. Only paint brushes filling in all that I lacked.   Day to day. Reflections and distance seemed the only blurred scene. Such is life. Living out loud in someone else's strife.   Words of … Continue reading Dreaming in Rainbow

Pride for the Next Generation

“All young people, regardless of sexual orientation or identity, deserve a safe and supportive environment in which to achieve their full potential.”   Harvey Milk I found the minute that questions surfaced, with my inner self...I began to trust less.  The minute I began to dislike my choices...The more I paid into the 'oppressed minority!' … Continue reading Pride for the Next Generation

Stop Making Sense

When young I could not rearrange the shame. I only heard words such as, 'You are queer.' It was then...I drew the terms of isolation near. Amassed myself in, ribbons, bows and the pink of fear. Attending to only, 'I knew there was something strange about you.' A parent's abolishing phrase? Words only a child … Continue reading Stop Making Sense