Notes on Democracy?

What we are currently witnessing is not democracy… It is the illusion of choice, the coercion of choice – a false choice forced from a false dilemma habitually patterned by the extremes of bifurcated partisan politicization… It is nothing short of outright deception and manipulation. We are now nothing more than marrionettes operating under the […]

Shoegazer

I was going though some of my older photos and I came across this little nugget. I began to recognize a pattern throughout my photographic work. I take quite a number of photos of shoes, either mine or others, and or other objects on the ground. Generally speaking, it seems the implicit intent of my […]

Beggar at the Gates

  I dance with my despair I kiss my suffering mouth to mouth Lips wet with saliva and tears sweat and strain Do not let my stutter depart from me I limp because I have wrestled I have striven with “God” and men and have prevailed Disjointed and crippled, I am whole I am laughing […]

Smokestack

I just recently finished reading a book my therapist ‘prescribed’ to me; Healing Your Emotional Self. I won’t go into too much regarding its content here. I’m planning on writing a post regarding a few thoughts, considerations, and critiques of what I found in the text. Overall, however, I though the book was helpful and informative. As I […]

Blessed are the Angry…

This is a new poem. It’s still a work in progress. I’m still tweeking it but, I thought I’d post it anyway. I’d love to hear your thoughts, suggestions, or critiques. Enjoy!   Blessed are the angry, for now that God is dead vengeance shall be ours. We shall rise up and revolt in resistance […]

A Prayer of Perhaps ( To the God I Don’t Believe In)

I pray to you…but, who is the “you” to whom I pray? Who are “you”? Perhaps I pray to no one that isn’t so hard to believe. Infinite pages could be filled by the desperate cries and the wounded words shouted to an empty sky. Perhaps I pray to myself, as I’m sure Feuerbach would […]

The All-New Jesus Show

Originally posted on Recovering Agnostic:
Older son’s at an age where he’s realised that some things aren’t real, but he doesn’t know which ones, or how to tell the difference. He’ll be watching TV and ask me if Mister Maker is actually real, and then I’ll have to explain that there’s a real man who…

The Prayer of the Wounded…

God, if you are there, come among us. …if you are not… May we be found faithful in the wake of your memory. May we give raise to song in the remnant of the Event. May we be found mournfully joyous in the knowledge of who we must now become, The answer to each other’s […]

Absence and Arrival

Last week, Ash Wednesday, marked the beginning of the season of Lent. That Wednesday I was in a short conversation in regards to Lent in which it was said, “I don’t want to give something up just for the sake of it. I want to see a better me in the future.” In many ways […]

The Harrowing

The dust and I are daughters of destiny I sit low Dirty feet like souls laid bare, falling fallow on sacred ground I breathe in the earth deeply Like coming home I am diving my descent The dust and I are daughters of deficiency I sit silent Absent of a seed like soil tilled and […]