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84. Persephone's Martini

13 October 2016 at 16:16
Yesterday’s poem opened with a pomegranate martini the deep hue, elevated by a thin, glass stem, a fluted triangle of red No. Yesterday’s poem didn’t open there. It opened decades ago in public places when it was revealed that my body was not my own to control Or did it open at the dawn when […]

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12 October 2016 at 16:00

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A Church That Would Have You as a Member

12 October 2016 at 15:45

Back in 2010, the New Humanism online magazine asked me if I’d write an article introducing Unitarian Universalism to Humanists. I sent them a text titled “Unitarian Universalism: A Church for Humanists?”, which they posted under the title “A Church that Would Have You as a Member”. 

So far so good. But recently it has been pointed out to me that the New Humanism web site no longer exists, and so links that used to point to my article now go to some page that’s trying to sell you something unrelated. I’ve googled lines out of my draft and haven’t gotten any hits, so I don’t think the article has moved somewhere else.

So I’m going to repost it here. I didn’t keep track of my agreement with New Humanism, so it’s possible I’m violating copyright by doing so. If so, and if that bothers whoever has a right to be bothered, they should just leave a comment. I’ll happily take this post down if you can point to somewhere else on the internet where the article can be found.

Bear in mind: What I have in my records is the article as I sent it to them, so it’s missing whatever edits they might have made, for better or worse. I fixed a mistake. (James Barrett died in 1994, not 2003.) Also, I’ve had to fix the links, which may not go to the original places anymore, but should go somewhere relevant. Anyway, here it is:



A Church That Would Have You as a Member

Unitarian Universalism has long had a unique relationship with Humanism. What other religious group would showcase an outspoken atheist at its national convention, as the UUs did when they invited Kurt Vonnegut to give prestigious annual Ware Lecture at the General Assembly of 1984? UU Humanists have their own national organization (HUUmanists) with their own journal (Religious Humanism). In a 1998 survey, nearly half of UUs identified themselves as Humanists. New Humanism's publisher Greg Epstein spoke at the 2008 General Assembly, and has been invited to speak again in 2010.

Unitarians were largely responsible for the first Humanist Manifesto, and in his 2002 book Making the Manifesto, former Unitarian Universalist Association President (and the AHA's Humanist of the Year for 2000) William Schulz claimed that there were more Humanists in UU churches than in the American Humanist Association. 

Few other religious organizations have so consistently stood with Humanists in those battles where traditional morality and human rights take opposite sides. The lead plaintiffs in the Massachusetts same-sex marriage case took their vows at the Boston headquarters of the Unitarian Universalist Association, with then-UUA President William Sinkford officiating. About a hundred UU ministers -- a significant fraction of the entire UU clergy -- marched with Martin Luther King in Selma in 1965, and the murder of one of them (James Reeb) provided the white martyr that President Johnson needed when he urged Congress to pass the Voting Rights Act. Another UU (James Barrett) was murdered in 1994 while trying to protect an abortionist from religious-right violence. Linus Pauling, the two-time Nobel laureate who led an international groundswell of scientists pushing for a nuclear test-ban treaty (and co-founded the International League of Humanists) was a UU.

UU General Assemblies have passed more than a dozen resolutions supporting the separation of church and state. People for the American Way founder Norman Lear was another Ware lecturer in 1994, and a Unitarian Universalist (Pete Stark) was the first congressman to announce in public that he did not believe in God. 

Small wonder, then, that when Humanists go looking for a like-minded community -- a place to raise a child in humanistic values, look for social-action allies, solemnize a wedding or funeral, or perhaps just be reminded once a week that American consumer culture is not the only alternative to God -- the local Unitarian Universalist church is a prime option. There are about a thousand UU churches around the country (far more than Ethical Culture societies or other Humanist-friendly groups), and you can find at least one in every state of the union.

But is the humanist-community problem really that simple? Should we all just go join UU churches? As a Unitarian Universalist myself -- I am, in fact, more comfortable identifying myself as a UU than as a Humanist -- I wish I could make that sweeping recommendation in good conscience. But while many Humanists are happy as UUs, many others are not, and every year some number of UU-Humanists stomp out the door in disgust. 

So would you be a contented parishioner or a stomper-out-the-door?

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Probably the best way to get a handle on UUism is to understand where it comes from. Believe it or not, the story (or at least the Unitarian branch of the UU family tree) starts with the Puritans. When they came to the New World in the 1600s, the Puritans weren't any kind of Humanists or even particularly liberal Christians. But Puritan churches lacked two features that anchor religious institutions against the progressive forces of evolution: They didn't have a creed and they didn't have a hierarchy. 

Each local congregation was supposed to read the Bible for itself, and no external authority could force a congregation to read it any particular way. Puritans believed that an external authority was unnecessary, because the Holy Spirit would keep pulling congregations back to Christian truth. What happened instead was that many of those congregations drifted towards liberalism. 

The drift was gradual, but over the centuries the small changes added up. In the late 18th and early 19th centuries, people like William Ellery Channing started interpreting the Bible according to reason rather than tradition, and noticed that some of the more unreasonable Christian doctrines, like the Trinity, were also un-Biblical. So they affirmed the unity rather than the trinity of God and became known as Unitarians.

By the middle of the 19th century, Ralph Waldo Emerson was challenging the uniqueness of the Bible itself, which he saw as the record of one people's inspiration. People in other times and places (like us here and now) might hope for their own divine inspiration. And if that was the goal, why not look to Nature or Art rather than to scripture?

From there, each generation of Unitarians became a little more humanistic than the last, until by 1920 Unitarian minister Curtis Reese could announce to his colleagues (in public, no less) that God was "philosophically possible, scientifically unproved, and religiously unnecessary."

The fact that Cotton Mather was not rolling over in his grave was, in itself, powerful evidence against the Afterlife.

Reese-style Unitarian Humanism was controversial for about a generation, but by the time of the merger with the Universalists in 1961, it was the majority point of view in most UU churches. Since then things have drifted in a different direction, which we'll get to in a few paragraphs.

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This unique history explains the otherwise bizarre combination of features you will find in a typical UU church. If you walk into a UU Sunday-morning service wearing earplugs, you might imagine you are in a Christian church. Families arrive together and children go to their classes. Adults stand up or sit down in unison. Sometimes they sing together or read something out of the hymnal together. There might be a choir and an organ. Candles might be lit. More often than not, a minister will stand up and give something that might be called a "talk" or an "address," but looks an awful lot like a sermon.

UUs might appear to be imitating the more popular Christian denominations, but they're not. Like the evolutionary product it is, UUism comes by all that stuff honestly through a common ancestor -- the same way that dolphins get their lungs.

No matter how naturally those Christian trappings arise, though, they provide the first test of whether you'll be happy as a UU: If they drive you crazy, independent of the the service's intellectual content, then your life as a UU will be difficult. Don't torture yourself.

But if you can tolerate the appearances -- I've grown to like them myself -- then take out your earplugs and listen. You'll hear a message that is not always capital-H Humanist, but is decidedly humanistic: People of goodwill need to look past their disagreements about metaphysics and start fixing the world -- where fixing means creating the conditions for human happiness and fulfillment here and now, not preparing our invisible souls for some higher happiness after death. The world's many scriptures are read for inspiration, not for authoritative pronouncements, so a UU discussion doesn't end when someone quotes the Bible. Prayer is a community meditation on human needs and desires, not a request for supernatural favors. Science's description of the physical world is accepted, and while UUs may at times be skeptical about whether technology is creating a Heaven or a Hell for us, they completely understand and sympathize with the scientist's desire to solve whatever earthly mysteries might be solvable. Unlike Bluebeard's castle, a UU universe has no locked rooms.

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Before you say "sign me up," though, you need to consider the continuing drift of recent decades. There was a moment in the 1960s or 70s when Unitarian Universalism might have become an unofficial Church of Humanism. Humanism was clearly the dominant philosophy and all forms of traditional religion were in retreat. Many UUs felt that their centuries-long evolutionary journey was done now: They had shaken off the barnacles of orthodox Christianity and had arrived at Humanism.

Many still feel that way, but the community as a whole has gone in a different direction. Particularly among the ministry, there is a trend to view traditional religion not as an encrustation to be shaken off, but as a resource to be mined. The solid shore of Humanism is largely taken for granted, but from that shore many 21st-century UUs dive back into religion, to see what can be salvaged: community-building rituals, teaching stories, techniques of personal transformation, invocations of awe and wonder, and so on.

And so, religious words that once seemed to be on their way out -- worship, prayer, God, holy, sacred, salvation, divine, and many others -- are on the upswing again. If you tap on those words, if you ask what UUs are trying to get at by using them, chances are you'll hear an explanation largely compatible with an underlying Humanism. But if you view the words themselves as the carriers of a dangerous infection, you'll find today's UU churches to be unhygienic environments.  

Finally, UU congregations are tolerant to a fault. Literally anyone can show up at a UU church, believing any kind of craziness, and will not be told to go away. (In fact, if you take it on yourself to tell someone he or she doesn't belong, you are the one who is likely to be reprimanded.) If you mingle at the coffee hour after the Sunday service, you may run into astrologers, crystal gazers, faith healers, and new-agers of all varieties. They won't be anywhere close to the majority and most of them don't stay more than a few months. But if one such encounter ruins your whole week, you won't be a happy camper.

In short, if you are allergic to the appearances and words of traditional religion, Unitarian Universalism is not for you. If you are looking for a community of pure and unadulterated Humanism, you won't find it at a UU church.

But if you want to be accepted for the Humanist you are, without any fudging or hypocrisy, you can have that. If you want allies in the struggle to make the world a better place, you can find them. If you are stimulated by diverse points of view and enjoy engaging people who frame the world differently (but not too differently),  a UU church is a good place to meet them.

If you came to my church, you'd be welcome. You might be happy there, or you might not. Only you can judge.

83. Seasons of the Swings

12 October 2016 at 04:36
The mums are out and a pumpkin or two and the tree right smack in front of the house sheds a dusting of large dark green and red. Red, white and blue signs line the road along the side of the lot, not far from where the swing set once sat on the other side of […]

82. Trespassing

11 October 2016 at 01:55
Wherever they are they inhabit the space fully with their shoulders, legs, egos, words, even their hot breath and the smell of their cologne that comes in like whispers or blunt objects striking us blindly taking us back to the day of the first or second or maybe tenth assault on our being Signaling through scent […]

81. Winning

9 October 2016 at 06:38
In the moment I wanted you to win I wanted you to have the victory you needed desperately it made you lose sleep, weight, yourself In the moment I wanted to hold your hand and tell you how right you are to feel exactly as you do But that moment has passed and I no longer […]

80. Lupus Flare

9 October 2016 at 06:23
My fingers hurt in a new way today for reasons unknown after two days in a sick bed for a little, bitty cold or sinus infection or wee bit of a tumor, I told my children, to make them wail for me from the far reaches of their new lives Perhaps my fingers were curled […]

79. A Puzzle

9 October 2016 at 06:15
It’s a puzzle and some pieces have gone rogue like cowboys or minor superheroes hiding under carpets or placemats or ice cream bowls even under each other switching up their nubs and colors, sneaky four-cornered chameleons so the parts that made sense to each other no longer do either to each other, or the group huddled up […]

78. It is Glorious

6 October 2016 at 03:00
Baseball on the television frogs and crickets singing in through the open windows a blanket covering my feet a glass of very pulpy orange juice and a box of tissues My world is tiny today, not much larger than this cushion on the couch But it is glorious Especially because it is time to let […]

77. The last time

5 October 2016 at 04:19
I don’t remember knowing that the last time I held my baby to my breast would be the last time I don’t think I did know I think it just occurred and weeks or maybe days later I realized we were done. It felt that way today Alone in the house nursing a cold instead […]

76. Neon Baby

4 October 2016 at 02:24
Tucked up in the letter “a” on the neon “beauty” sign @ the 24-hour drug store the grass pokes out and would be enough lined with errant receipts and candy wrappers but with the red- lit heat, 24/7 how comfy you must be, neon baby

75. Be Silent

1 October 2016 at 03:05
Be silent and let your heart breathe Again and again like shampooing like weeding like breathing, itself repeat, as necessary it is always necessary Be silent and let your heart breathe

@RSHGMusic Rev Sekou/Holy Ghost

1 October 2016 at 00:21

Grateful to @ignitekindred and @SideofLove for organizing tonight's event! We ready. pic.twitter.com/L1OTaM0Cee

74. Bed Sheets Like Family

30 September 2016 at 03:58
The Sheets are rumpled up hefted from the drier where they sat and cooled and never ever were ironed Looking like the furrow on my mother’s brow or the laugh lines at my father’s temple or the weathered skin on the back of my hand Never smooth never flat like the aprons my grandmother wore […]

73. Birthday Haiku

29 September 2016 at 03:16
cheers to you this and every night we’ve shared, cheers to a life well-loved

72. Autumn

28 September 2016 at 00:04
I’m longing, again Longing, and my heart’s not yet sure Is it family I seek? a caramel cupcake? or a quiet place to think? I’m longing again and still for all the things ephemeral Oh, Autumn, it’s you who whispers in my heart be quick you say act now you moan urging me to wallow in what […]

71. I tangle my tongue

24 September 2016 at 03:36
I tangle my tongue trying, trying, trying, to let loose words like banners announcing undying allegiance to justice and then I remember it’s not about me and there my tongue is loosed but silent

70. If I Follow the Line

23 September 2016 at 03:28
If I follow the line from my door to your harbor one foot after the other striking pavement heel to toe heel to toe heel to toe the echo thudding against my ribs my skull as I pace myself to you What is the strength of your sanctuary? Will it wall off the wolves who gnaw […]

You Say Terrorism

21 September 2016 at 18:23
You say terrorism as if it were a monopoly held tightly by foreigners Oblivious willfully or from ignorance to centuries of home-grown white-sheeted jim-crowing badge-wearing judge-advocated jury-gymnasticating gas-lighted red-lining prison-pipe-lining terrorism. So, what you mean, when you spew your fear from your pinched, frothing mouth, is We must stop terrorism against white people by brown […]

68. A stew

21 September 2016 at 04:54
A stew takes time There is shopping and chopping searing and cubing all before the stew stews A stew is time and heat simmering spice, fresh and flesh until all is tender and firm A stew is practice in patience and delayed gratification and delicious

67. Another death, another poem

20 September 2016 at 04:52
Empty hands reach for the sky as ordered, still not enough to live

66. I chose sadness

17 September 2016 at 22:28
I chose sadness in a room full of strangers Even though it made me appear dull and lifeless while my heart and brain battled each other for control I chose sadness for news that cleaved cleanly my soul from my bones and my flesh for what was before is no more and will never be again, so, […]

65. Leaves in Death

16 September 2016 at 05:51
Kept scaring myself today stepping on crackly leaves Or the wind skittered them along the driveway Making that noise that is usually reserved for the living What sorry irony spending their life tethered to the tree, free, only in death

64. Yield of the Heart

15 September 2016 at 03:28
Buy a red tomato and an ear of corn under the tent propped up outside the Wendy’s Maybe a cucumber it that’s your thing Slurp up the juices of the last Michigan peaches Longing for these things to linger while also eyeing squash voluptuous in color and in curve in fields outside of town Pondering […]

63. Rocking

14 September 2016 at 04:32
Shall I sing you a lullaby and pretend you are small? We’ll each hold a phone to our ear and I will probably rock to and fro I’m trying to remember the words I sang so long ago when you fit in my arms and some nights I wished you to sleep with frazzled nerves […]

62. Between

13 September 2016 at 03:52
Leaves dot the porch still here and there not yet a blanket from porch to street And the window is open to a softness that is, itself, an opening to an ending and a beginning and all the life we lead between

61. September Skies

12 September 2016 at 03:29
The sky will always be a reminder clear and blue the temperature still more summer than fall even in early September The reminder is in the clouds and in the names still spoken the beds still empty and the love that lasts longer than death longer than pain longer than healing Is it some comfort […]

60. Recipe for Remembering

11 September 2016 at 03:22
Here is a recipe for remembering Sit still and be alone, quietly Or move about and be in a crowd, loudly Or take a shower so the steam cleans out the pores that keep the memory out and the pain in Watch a movie or read a book or take a hike or listen to the […]

59. Keening

10 September 2016 at 02:50
Researchers Uncover Epidemic of Loneliness the headline read Talking about geriatric people in England, mostly Another headline told of a great and greedy beast, tearing up the earth with mechanical teeth with no consciousness for the sacred, for the burial sites They connect, somehow. In the depth of my loneliness I hear the sorrow of […]

58. This day

9 September 2016 at 03:45
This day that started in a house with no air conditioning and humidity at about 212 percent edging me awake before the actual light of dawn was up which led me to step not one but two feet into two of four piles of cat vomit which required me to walk on one heel and […]

@CDubbTheHost Carolyn Wysinger

8 September 2016 at 18:58

Q10: Any space, be it physical or social media, where we're actively discussing work I feel hope cuz I'm not alone #ReviveLove

@CDubbTheHost Carolyn Wysinger

8 September 2016 at 18:53

A7: Love in movement building is remembering who & what you are working for and always keeping them in front of you #ReviveLove

@Afrosexology Afrosexology

8 September 2016 at 18:50

A3: Support in the movement is being able to BE. Without explanation and lifted in power. @SideofLove #ReviveLove

@sanitythief Beautifully Twisted

8 September 2016 at 18:07

A1. Allowing ourselves and others to rest. Time to take care of ourselves is crucial, but guilt gets in the way #ReviveLove

57. Hopscotch

8 September 2016 at 04:46
Not like Monopoly where I pretended I was Jesus and flipped the board when really I was just mad

56. Pressure

7 September 2016 at 03:57
I’m trying to imagine the pressure put on him the man who is holding the dog the dog with the blood on his teeth I wonder if this is the only job he could get and he is inches away from losing his home, his wife, his health insurance But there he is, holding a […]

55. Home

4 September 2016 at 04:45
There’s a stretch of road I sometimes drive and when I do it feels like home Except for the corn that grows tall in early September and the big red barn off to the right Just after the barn the sky fills up with trees that grow over the road and I know I am […]

54. Haiku for Summer

3 September 2016 at 04:59
I won’t wish summer away, even though September whispers in like silk

53. Cotton Candy Clouds

2 September 2016 at 00:59
The light is fading pinky-blue in the western sky a huge white cloud is lit up like electric cotton candy and I’m inside thinking of you sorrow welling up for the distance between us sorrow consuming me for lost moments and lost years But when I look at that cotton candy sky I set the […]

52. At the end of the world

1 September 2016 at 03:22
Where the world ends you’ll find me there cradling your head or holding your hand firmly, but not tightly but, then again, if it is the end of the world perhaps my hands won’t ache in the joints and muscles or maybe I just won’t care Even though in real time the outdoors gives me […]

51. Aiming

31 August 2016 at 03:02
“Aim for the target you wish to destroy,” said the voice in my head that sometimes wakes me up both figuratively AND literally. But I don’t shoot. And I don’t think I’m the kind who likes to destroy. So I “unpack” the phrase that clunked around in my brain and breast for a couple of days. […]

50. Smiles that Light the Way

29 August 2016 at 21:51
Like many other women my mother in law used to tuck things in her bra things she would need but didn’t want to carry A tissue or a hanky and once, though she forgot and remembered at the very last moment, a Cubs ticket I thought of her today, as I tucked a ten dollar […]

49. Some Day

26 August 2016 at 22:44
Some day, I hope we look back and laugh and call it the season(s) of flecking off paint while watching paint dry Some day, I hope the ghost shows and the ghost poems and the ghost projects will prove to have added up to something good something solid something you can be proud of Today, […]

48. Cicada Wings

25 August 2016 at 22:23
My fear of live bugs kept me from knowing Cicada wings look like Cathedral Doors Or lead-lined windows created by an artisan who knows beauty may be in the eye but must also be in the curiosity And so I see in the death of one who fell to my deck a knowing I wouldn’t […]

47. Ancestors

24 August 2016 at 04:02
You call them ancestors but I can’t help but think of them as ghosts whose only job is to make sure I know I’m connected to something other than the thoughts inside my brain even if it is only the love inside my heart.

46. Succor

23 August 2016 at 03:40
In the midst of a loud coffee shop she stared out the window sucking her thumb while the fingers of her other hand twisted in her hair at the top of her head. Composed, non-anxiously keeping herself busy while her Daddy had a meeting I watched her with envy for her safe and precious space in […]

45. Longing

22 August 2016 at 04:04
Is longing a form of anxiety I wondered sitting on the sand on a day that could be perfect for no other thing than sitting on the sand But my phone was at one percent so I opted not to ask Siri or Google so I piled rocks one on top of the other and […]

44. Something that Needs Doing

21 August 2016 at 02:13
There is something that needs doing It’s calling me from the back of my brain wondering what is taking so long Like a toddler outside the bathroom door it calls, and calls and throws itself on the floor to look through the crack No, it isn’t like that at all There is something that needs doing and […]

43. Some Days the Past

19 August 2016 at 19:19
Some days the past comes at you fast and hard like an Indiana rain storm in summer– all lightning and thunder and wind and water everywhere Other times it whispers in like the cat alighting onto the counter where the butter dish lives And before you know it there’s a crash as the dish breaks into […]

42. Laughter (Haiku)

19 August 2016 at 04:13
your laughter reaches over the phone, bringing sweet relief and release  

41. The Upside

18 August 2016 at 04:21
In a house empty one can take a long bath with the door ajar and a channel set to classical music you don’t know so you can concentrate on your summer book before summer is over And when the water gets tepid and you’re ready to get out but take a shower to cool off […]

40. In the Heart of Love

17 August 2016 at 02:42
I am not there You are not here But you feel it like I do, right? We are connected held close by smiles that look the same and hair the same texture and color if mine didn’t have all that gray we are connected by the blood that flows in our veins and the dna […]

39. Windmills

14 August 2016 at 04:00
Third trip down I-65 in as many weeks Driving through farmland and construction zones and the windmills tower through the landscape they mark time telling how close to one destination from another From Kentucky last week near midnight in one timezone and the dark cloudless sky lit up in phases of red lights making certain […]

38. Two Magical Things

13 August 2016 at 06:35
I held the saw in my hand and ran it mostly straight and almost without hesitation and the power of it both scared and intrigued me. Then, tonight, as I tried to sleep, the feel of that saw still vibrating my blood, I marveled at how my arms and eyes held steady toward a good […]

37. The Scream

11 August 2016 at 19:44
A scream is burrowing a hole not yet through my chest I want so desperately for it to be a song or a sweet poem about life and love and all things good But it is none of these It is the rage at willful ignorance at male dominion at female complicity at white obfuscation at […]

36. If We Could?

10 August 2016 at 00:50
I am not owed anything I recognize the depth of what I owe just for being white in America We tried to wash away the history of our founding and the building of “our” wealth, of “our” economy We told ourselves slavery was a necessary blip, Jim Crow a hangover of rebel holdouts, redlining and […]

35. Flipping Tables

5 August 2016 at 23:07
Dear God, I looked around today and wondered at the loss of you in the name of you How some say they love you but have no grace for the hard lives of others Remember that time you sent your son and he flipped some tables? I think you liked that. I think you like […]

34. Haiku for a new adult

5 August 2016 at 04:07
Eighteen is only one more than seventeen but the line has been crossed

33. Church Bells

3 August 2016 at 16:56
11:50 AM the canned bells in the steeple on the Baptist church behind my house ring out There are no farms here now so they can’t be ringing field hands in for the noon meal When daughters were babies and noon was often naptime, I would curse under my breath, frozen outside doors listening for voices responding to bells Today, […]

32. Ghosts

3 August 2016 at 04:10
The resale shops are full of ghosts lingering on couch cushions and pirouetting on chests of drawers with weathered and flapping veneer I run my hand over a blanket hand knit by someone’s grandmother and I can feel her hand reaching out for me, imploring me to keep my fingers on the yarn acknowledging the […]

31. Soft Shoe

2 August 2016 at 06:06
Worn down and roughed up like a shoe from an only pair stitches loosening, the sole a whisper away from freedom scrapes along the toe leather and a sloping driving heel a tongue frayed along the edges and pulled out of shape All that and it is still a shoe, still working the one job it has cushioning protecting […]

30. Knuckles

1 August 2016 at 19:40
My top knuckles in four fingers ache and I wonder it isn’t all knuckles in all fingers and the thumbs and keep on painting, and packing, and making myself useful as my old life gently slips into a new one A pain stabs through my index finger and doesn’t linger as it finds it’s way through […]

29. In the Silence

30 July 2016 at 02:53
I forgot you. I can’t remember the last time I sought you out and asked your advice, sought your wisdom on the wind or in the fire or in the dirt or in the anger and tears of those who mourn Most especially, in the silence where we used to always meet my hand extending […]

28. Slanted

29 July 2016 at 04:31
and tell you not to step out until you have learned empathy, humility, compassion

27. Plant Your Posies

27 July 2016 at 19:44
Where do you plant your flowers? Where they will bloom and grow and vine out and spread their beauty in hammocks of rich, juicy soil? Of course you do. Or do you do the hard work of bringing vibrant life to dead, hard soil–tending it with love and attention and hard, back-breaking work? Of course you do. […]

26. A Slender Season

26 July 2016 at 06:17
Some argue there is no such thing as a bad cobbler And they would be right But then there are those cobblers from tree-ripened peaches Peaches so perfect you might want a sluice for the juice that drips all in the cracks of your fingers as you peel that fuzzy skin right off Peeling directly […]

25. Farting Camels

25 July 2016 at 05:06
She read Hafiz and all I remember is the part about the farting camel and the laughter that surrounded the reading. Even using the word in church was like a big old fart that woke us up and then made us laugh. Together. Its a small miracle we get some days at church. A small […]

24. Lightning at the End of the World

24 July 2016 at 04:50
Lightning strikes flashing a purple sky and a dark silhouette of the big old tree behind the house There is the thunder that sends the warrior cat with teeth marks on the top of his head skittering under the blue ottoman with the white blanket draped over his eyes shining yellow, wide, and wild And the […]

23. Did I say this could happen?

23 July 2016 at 03:37
It’s getting real here In the house she’s always lived in the one we brought her home to in the city she’s always lived in “You don’t have to go,” I have said to her more often than is reasonable or even funny as I hold her close and smell her hair (which often times […]

22. Safe

22 July 2016 at 05:21
A big storm blew through with mighty wind and hurling rain And then it was over And the deck was clean and the yard smelled good. And then it came again with lightning and thunder louder than before. And in between a man with orange hair and a red face yelled at me to make […]

21. Promises

21 July 2016 at 03:29
What promise did you fulfill today and what one did you walk back? I promised myself I would write of the tenacity of the human spirit and its drive to surround itself with hope and beauty And that I would not watch politics today. Which promise did I keep and which did I walk back? I […]

20. Go Gently, Golden One

20 July 2016 at 03:08
Go gently, because your cry for safety falls on the heads of many a person like hail that hits hard, like lead pellets

19. Again

18 July 2016 at 16:44
Again can be rustic, artisanal, and charming, but it sure isn't dishwasher safe.

18. Anthropology

18 July 2016 at 04:31
I remember going to a friend’s house for the first time How I was taken aback by their routines around food, dishes, bedtime, television you name it it was different and it was like I’d just discovered Pluto –as a planet or not– Like an anthropologist I studied and learned and wondered and went back […]

17. Mid-July

17 July 2016 at 04:00
I’m sure it is noisy somewhere but, here, tonight I have not heard one Harley, nor a single siren as I sit inside, windows open to an unseasonable mid-july night No waves lapping in the distance with a yellow moon hanging like a nectarine waiting to be picked But it is a still, quiet night in a […]

16. Tonight's Poem

16 July 2016 at 00:57
Tonight's poem was simple, required reading allowing me to stick my head back into the blankets, a proverbial paw over my nose.

15. Until I turned on the news

15 July 2016 at 04:54
Joy and love are limitless, I think, as I spend the day deep in thought as I cut this and drill that.

14. We Didn't Sing

14 July 2016 at 05:34
But a song would have been nice. Something to indicate we are humans, sharing time and space together

13. I'm not Broken

13 July 2016 at 01:26
I may be unhinged, or a little smudgy, and we know there are a few loose screws,

12. Original Split

12 July 2016 at 03:09
What if the original sin was believing we were separate from each other man and woman distinct from each other and the animals and the earth and God? Would we have fallen from Grace to where we are now in our separate gardens pretty, but hellish in their gated isolation? What if the original truth […]

11. Dear Inspiration Meme

11 July 2016 at 04:54
Dear Inspiration Meme, I appreciate the care you’ve given to promote greatness in me by the sheer will of words in Helvetica or Comic Sans reversed out over a beach scene. I surely find it beautiful, but I have a small question for you: What if there are no reserves of greatness within me and […]

10. For all the times

9 July 2016 at 22:36
For all the times ... you led me to better understanding and loved me despite my failings ...

9. Conspiracy of Love

8 July 2016 at 17:25
The conspiracy theorist in me, the trait I inherited from my dad, says either ISIS or some white supremacy group planted those snipers there to either ignite a low-burning civil war or to change back the narrative no longer in dispute because of cell phone footage. That is how I name the unnamable that is, […]

8. Keep that Trope In Your Bag

7 July 2016 at 21:56
Does a black man's life matter, only if it is compliant and quiet when he is stopped for no reason, or does respectful silence become threatening too?

7. No Pretty Words Today

7 July 2016 at 04:06
I tried. I sat in a waiting room looking at two beautiful babies and wrote a bad poem but in the back of my mind all I could think was and what if they weren’t pale? Would their grandmother be able to protect them from the protectors like she does from that door that opens […]

6. You Grew Up

6 July 2016 at 05:10
I remember my mom telling me when I was little and the others were at school She would lie down on the couch with me on top of her and we would nap. Today, I was on the couch with a big orange cat on me his weight evenly distributed across my chest and belly […]

5. Small Town Fourth of July

5 July 2016 at 06:55
Neon halos, over shirts with stars and stripes Ice cream and lemonade and lazy conversations lifting up from blankets on grass, gold and crunchy in need of a summer downpour, and a young woman’s voice over it all singing “and the rockets red glare” as the light fades from the sky and a candle lantern […]

4. There May Be Rain

3 July 2016 at 19:18
It is a holiday weekend and the fizzers and booms punctuate this lazy, food-filled time

3. Choose

3 July 2016 at 05:14
Choose Choose again and choose once more The lie is that there is only one way The lie is that you get to decide. Funny thing: that’s also the truth And so you choose what to wear who to marry where to live how many children to have which friends you will drink with and […]

Reregistering a car - #WhitePrivilege Experience

2 July 2016 at 02:08
My husband did not get a notice that his registration expired. He didn't think anything of driving his car to the motor vehicle bureau with an expired registration as he was certain he'd be treated fairly in the unlikely case he got pulled over. It turns out it was because he changed his license plates and it's fairly typical for them to disconnect the license plate from the car owner. It's a convoluted governmental problem. They were very helpful there to him for this problem and walked him through how to rectify the problem. We expected hours of burearocracy and it wasn't that bad at all.

He would not even have known that there was a problem if our friend, who's African American, hadn't told us that the car registration had expired. We often let her borrow our cars and she said she wouldn't dare drive the car. She has great street-smarts. She said she knows cops look for license expiration and other small things to pull someone over... or at least pull someone over who's a person of color.

It may seem like a small experience, but it would be no small experience if the driver of our car was pulled over, harrassed, and maybe even arrested. We have not experienced anything like that since my husband was in college and was put in jail for not having enough money for paying a ticket after going to court for turning at a light from the lane instead of from the intersection. Our white privilege then was that he had friends at college who had money and could help him.

We need to unite against unfair police actions and stupid bureaurocracy and see that there is NO disparity between the treatment of black and white.

2. Tenacity

1 July 2016 at 19:21
So much is broken here or soiled or not-quite-complete or just plain blemished Imperfect A metal lamp shade with no lamp. A mid-century dresser with deep gashes, water marks, and spider webs from one arched wooden leg to the next. A step to a long-ago decommissioned box car. And glass. So much glass. Rusty, raw, […]

1. Bobcat Work

1 July 2016 at 02:25
Bobcat Work said the sign posted on pole high above a corn field. An image swelled in my brain of a bobcat for hire ridding barns of mice or other rodents of unusual size, meal-size for a bobcat It unfolded in my brain that way before the gears kicked in and I saw the tractor-like […]

Why I'm not Standing on the Side of Love

28 June 2016 at 19:59
Let’s be “the love people” as those who see us show up in our yellow shirts call us. Let’s use language that is ultimately not only inclusive, but enveloping.

Love Abides

28 June 2016 at 15:03
Love didn’t arrive or show up or bring coffee and a flower upon whose opening our hope waited, with breath held and eyes glazed. Nope. Why does it take a lifetime and a broken heart to see love even in the eyes we don’t want to look into?

In the WindΒ 

20 May 2016 at 17:09

Out of the Couch

11 May 2016 at 10:55
I recognized the symptoms. Depression isn't new to me, but I don't recall ever having been in it so long or so deep. It took me until recently and with loving prodding to realize how profoundly it had come to affect my family, my marriage, my career, let alone my own sense of self.
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