Sometimes you wish you had a camera with you, but I’m glad I don’t this time. It’s quite picturesque, this view with the Bay Bridge lit by the glittering gold of sky and watery reflected light, framed by the ominous presence of fast-floating rainclouds (with troves and spots and colors of blues, purples and electric […]
I was at Haste House prayer this morning and in the middle some folks started crying for the broken and lost and oppressed of the world. Half-sobs, salt-blister tears and only what can be described as cries to a One who promised to be powerful and mighty and just. I wrote them down (I hope […]
Last night I dreamt again I was playing the piano. It was a melancholy piece, set to raindrops echoing off roof shingles. I was playing by sight, with no direction or closure in mind. It was simple, just: play what comes to mind and to ear. I played in D# minor, no particular reason except that […]
It comes like a beautiful blow to the head, a thunderous, laughterous catharsis. It’s a hammer-blow to your rose-colored world; you fall with it and you laugh as you pick up pieces. The laughter controls you, it is from you but not of you. So it is, you learn to love the shards; they’re more beautiful […]
I. Striving is Futile I’m thankful; this week I realized I’m not who I think I am and I can’t do what I thought I could so I am less of a Super Hero! than I thought. II. Give And Take: A Fair Trade. Broken down and brought back up. Rinse and repeat. I can’t […]
There’s something about tears that really moves me. You? I watched my youth pastor, Thomas, get married today. At some point in the ceremony, here were tears sliding down his face. His best man was reading his letter to his parents, aloud and off to the side. Thomas kept dabbing his face: the left eye, then […]
You said Hold my hand and we’ll walk down corn-starch streets and paper-back alleys like it don’t mean a pollywonkin’ thing. Well save your words for the Twenty Seven train, when tomorrow (says John Coltrane) is never this close again.
He doesn’t find it funny, how it was when he was young and waiting for his mother to pick him up from school that every minute she is late grows more certain the possibility she has died. It is always death, as he would wait outside and agonizingly ponder every single one of the infinite […]
I’m learning to love this place like my own. Smell it???it’s in the street market on the corner as the neighborhood ebbs and gravitates toward it and beggars sit on the corner, cups out but they talk to each other and sit in and soak the sun and take deep breaths, living in the moment. […]
Two AM in the wrong time zone. My thoughts are swimming with all the wrong things. Television fires fiery images of the dead, dying under burnt ash, collapsed rubble and the ocean that comes in uninvitedly and sweeps things out. Like a thief in the night. Comes in with nothing but a whisper of a […]
