Rage, and Be Kind
I wrote this as a Facebook status update this afternoon, trying to work through my body the grief and rage I feel at the murder of so many queer folks at Pulse in Orlando yesterday. I wanted to share...
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whole
I wrote this poem the night I heard that a friend of mine was assaulted in a transphobic hate crime. In the gayest neighborhood in Seattle, one of the gayest cities in the world. Leaving a benefit...
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The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the...
View ArticleAt the End of Every Road
Fall came around again last week, as it does every year. I am usually sad to see summer go, especially in Seattle where summers are glorious days full of sunshine and fall means a return of the...
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Tell About It
pay attention. be astonished. tell about it. -mary oliver Words have been hard to come by lately. This year has been a transformative one for me in so many ways, and I have found it challenging to find...
View ArticleBetween Earth and Sky
It’s been over a month since I last sat down to pour my thoughts into this container, and what a deeply moving month it has been. Each day has set before me an ever-changing landscape, and I have made...
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Born of Dust and Silence
Several months of silence have elapsed since I last showed up to pour my thoughts into this space. Much has been unfolding that is more personal than I am able to explore in this format at this time,...
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Live Everything
The crisp fall air bit my face as I made my way to my car this morning at the end of a very full call shift. As I drove down the hill from the hospital towards home, the morning sunlight danced with...
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Tend
It is the last day of what has been a very long year. 2017 has ushered more changes into my life than most years have, and it feels like a paradox to me that I have written less this year than in any...
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Wherever I Am
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. –Mary Oliver It’s springtime in Seattle, and I went to the Quad at the University of Washington to visit the cherry blossoms, as I do every...
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