“For the longest time I thought the letters for tiddy sizes was like the grade system. Kept asking myself what’s the big deal about d’s? Those are below average tiddys! But I totally get it now.”

-Stevie Wonder (2003)

Living
if  you call it living

vicariously
through  you

a passenger on  every
trip

where
you always drove

~
Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?
~

I didn't know —
That is, I just discovered —
That in the Christian calendar, alongside Lent and Easter,
But before Advent and Christmas,
There is OT…no, not The Old Testament,
I am talking about:
“Ordinary time”
A period of reflection after Jesus’ resurrection —
And how our lives have changed, or haven't.
How sacred can OT become when we peer forth with this lens on —
The smile,
The small act of kindness,
Washing the dishes,
Picking up a piece of ******* left discarded on the side of the road.
A listening ear in a busy world —
Silence
After chaos.
Forgiveness —
Second chances —
OT:
Divine.

If love were a seed...

I'd plant them all around my garden.
I’d gather them in the harvest
And package them up to give away.
I'd become an urban gorilla gardener
Filling ***** of dirt with many seeds
Then toss them grenade-style
Onto abandoned lots, at passersby, and
Into the hate-filled corners of our world.
I'd give packets of love to family and friends.

If love were a seed, I'd plant it in hearts.