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Rosenmontag; Art as Protest

I teach middle school, y’all. These kids are full of energy and potential action; they need to be actively taught how to deal with life’s travails, not taught to avoid all discussion of the Big Issues like religion and politics, as my generation was….

The Nothing.

from facebook, February 15, 2017 After decades of struggle with depression, I have spent the past year coming into a sense of personal peace. I felt for many years that I was standing on a tiny, shrinking island of safety in a boiling tar…

“I smell you.” Meditations on the Simpsons and True Detective.

In an episode of the Simpsons, Lisa is trying to figure out why the bully, Francine, attacks some victims and ignores others. Through a series of experiments she finds that Francine does, in fact, smell fear, and then attacks her nerdy prey as a…

taking water for granted

March 2, 2019 some of my students were calling each other ghetto yesterday a flow of words coming through the door scrutinizing hair and clothing for signs of poverty then we watched Lion , and they saw the ghettos of Calcutta they asked why people washing…

People need to be seen and heard, y’all

March 1, 2019 Your attention is valuable.  Yes, you. There is someone in your life today who would really value your listening ear or undistracted eye; someone you can learn from. I met an interesting older gentleman today at the coffee shop.  He talked…

Words are like fossils

There is a relationship between written words and fossilization.  It is taxidermy of an idea. Words that have ossified can lose their meaning. Words work best when spoken and heard directly. They carry more of the original meaning.  We all know about the game…

Robot Birdies and Shapeshifting Buzzards

September 1979 My little birdies cheep so soft that no one else can hear them. They live in a box under my dresser, and when I get them out sometimes there are four but today there are five. I am holding them so carefully…

Taxidermy of Ideas into Ideology

It looks alive, doesn’t it? The glassy eyes of the taxidermed hawk stare no mercy for the mouse he will never devour both wrapped forever in the limbic heat of attack   The real hawk is merciful when sated And takes a joyous victory…

Misha’s Ceremony

Chapter 1. (novel in progress) Misha examined herself in the looking-glass, frustrated. Her cheekbones were too long and bony, like the rest of her. The powder could not quite cover up her sun-damage. More than ever, she felt like her face was not her…

The Philosophy of Taxidermy

Taxidermy can be beautiful. The essence of taxidermy is  preservation of something that is dead, such that it should look alive, and remind us of the life it once had. My father was a literal taxidermist. He mounted the finest deer heads in Troup…

An A.D.D Teacher’s Prayer

Please God don’t let it all be pointless I want to understand as much as I can beyond the vanishing point of despair. Help me find some bridges When I am out to sea, staring at the stars, my boat drifting farther out. Help…

Stuff I heard Jesus say to me

An agent of sorrow is what people need to outgrow youth’s anger of happiness decreed   You traveled down into abysses of shame and built  fortress walls of issues to blame   You sealed off your heart with a great rolling stone you strengthened…

Serpents, Spelunking, and Gas Station Cappuccino

I drank it with you, that blast of sensory overload. High fructose corn syrup, chemically-induced hazelnut flavor, and partially hydrogenated soybean oil for creamer. But oh, it was the most delicious coffee, because it was with you. Nervous systems charged, we drove to the…

Clucky The Two-Spirit Chicken

Clucky the Two-Spirit Chicken A friend of mine told me some time ago that many tribes of Africa and Native America have the various words for people born not 100% masculine or feminine. One such word is a term of respect; the Two Spirit…

peaches, turtles, and trust

PEACHES Our peach tree was laden with hard green peaches when my friends and I circled around the firepit earlier this summer. It happened to be the last day it was cool enough to abide a fire. The kids ran around playing with shaving…

oud and stars

We blue-violet girls floating above the earth Goitered, bipolar, hysterical, vestibular Torn open and sewn back together too tight silent when we talk divided against ourselves Mud v/s light hidden under flowery print sheaths our mothers made us Like Venus, we are morning star…