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How many times must I die before I die for the last time?

There is gossip:

Flowers are hiding behind summer’s skirt,

waiting to surprise you.

My windchime

knows only five words

but when it talks

to the breeze

it’s music to my ears.

I was like the wind



in fury

I molded oceans into waves

silently rolled them

onto mountains

until   mountains              broke                                    down

I scurried

through flowers

hurried through

meadows;    wordlessly

carried clouds

birds                      seeds

to where they’re needed


or loved



at the peak of my frustration

I found you


you were like a tree





and while you could not educate

or control me

you stood there and watched me fail

to mold   roll   or    carry you

to push you down


you stood


as I threw tantrum

after tantrum

until my rage was worn out and tired

until I understood

that I must




that my strength

does not

match your frailty

that it’s only when I run my fingers



against your lips

only when I brush your hair gently

that you will open your palms

and give me back

my true voice

Tonight they will make us walk


through the halls of this feeble language

until we are tired, cold

and disgraced


They will order us

to stop

They will blindfold us

first you, then me

and place us in front of the firing squad

As they gaze with contempt at our eloquence


And while we stand in front of those lifeless letters

As they take their aim

As they judge us

Our fervent hands will meet

fingers will grip each other

     crushing the silence

between our palms


We are partners in crime


You will turn to me, smiling

(I will imagine your smile)

with your mischievous eyes

(I will see them despite our blindfolds)

like you always do

when you have a plan.


“I know of a place,”

you will whisper,

“not far from here

where we can hide and read the night

Where no one will discover us

while we write, erase

and rewrite

our words


until we find

that perfect sentence


And there we can spend forever

whispering it to each other

until we are innocent


Alright, here’s the thing. I don’t usually like to dissect my tweets, but there is one that requires a little explanation and defending. Last night I tweeted this and went to sleep:

This morning I woke up to several responses to that tweet, not all of them as poorly-worded as this guy, who apparently likes to go around the internet calling people idiots. To be optimistic, I’m grateful that I didn’t get the F-word adjective at least:

There were a few more responses that I’ll add on the bottom, but there was one more response that particularly compelled me, mostly because Kevin decided to come out of his silence just to speak up for his belief that I was wrong. His first ever and only ever tweet was for me, and I’m honored:

Let’s get down to it, then.

You see, anyone who’s ever attended school — hell no, anyone who’s been near a school, or drove past a school, or just heard of school — knows that Yuri Gagarin was the first man to journey into outer space. This is not new information, so we can stop throwing it at people like it’s a revelation. And, since we’re on the topic, I underlined “journey” because the first man in outer space, technically, was Alexei Leonov, who went outside of the space vehicle and ‘walked’ in outer space. I’ve had the luck and privilege to interview Mr. Leonov in 2006 for a publication, when he visited my university. But that’s just me showing off on that last one, sorry.

Moral is, Yuri Gagarin is not news. What seems to be news here is weight loss vs. weightlessness.

Continue reading ‘on weight loss, Neil Armstrong and twitter’s watchdogs’ »

Yes, you can complain about the bad things in your life, but at least remember to acknowledge and praise the good! This universe, with its earthquakes and cancer, also gave us pineapples & dandelions. Be as balanced as the universe.