dear gods; Odysseus be my guide, in the cool of all things heavenly.
Fathers Day, is a complicated observance for many. When we join celebrating this day with the aggression of our struggle, we taint the celebration. I am grateful to be a father, I am grateful to be growing, I am grateful to be cared for. My thoughts are with those fathers who are trying and doing their very best, no matter how large that best is. My meditations are with the men who have fallen and not only left their families, but left life. I pray daily that something helps hold your heart enough for you to stand back up.
It is not easy being a man in such a society of muted and seemingly untreatable anguish. “man up” has caused so many “man aparts”. To my brothers and nephews. I would say stay strong, but moreover, stay vulnerable, open, sensitive and sincere to your god, the women around you and your heart.
This day for me means nothing without the tremendous love, care and war paint of S Badiyah Austin. Through your triumphs, failures, miracles, darkness, light and incomparable heart…thank you. Dear Taylor…Happy Our
anything you have to demand, you don’t deserve yet.
the songs in my head are far greater than what I perform
—lack of resources for vision is such a blinding pain
him: it don’t seem that deep to me.
me: it is to me. All i have/am is art; interrupt that, mess that up, don’t consider that and you interrupt me, mess me up and aren’t considering me. So, i’ll wait to address anything until after a show. This is to consider myself. (i’ll consider anyone else later)
all i need in this world, is for one person to get me and still dig me.
—All else is part of the journey.
dear future lover, fantastically present;
if we are to work, we must forget everything society
has told us it means to be a man and a woman.
We are evermore larger than that.