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8 for 80: Honoring LGBTQ Pioneer Poet Louie Crew Clay on his 80th Birthday

8 for 80: Honoring LGBTQ Pioneer Poet Louie Crew Clay on his 80th Birthday

Dec 9, 2016

Celebrating the 80th birthday of LGBTQ Pioneer and Poet, Louie Crew Clay. Forty years ago, when the Church laughed at the idea that homosexuals could be included in the community of faith, Louie Crew penned the words that now seem self-evident and commonplace: “All Christian wholeness demands affirmation of God ordained sexuality.” Seeking to secure...

Transgender. A community love story

Transgender. A community love story

Apr 4, 2016

i open my eyes on the floor of the room the weight of his body crushing through my ribs BOOM BOOM BOOM he fell the thud on the floor as he crushed through my chest. One two three breath breath his mouth filling my lungs his breath sour with sweat… BOOM BOOM BOOM i screamed let me go !!! Once again … the third time … i awoke from my pain hoping...

“St. Aelred,” “reVisit,” and “A Cyber Prayer Wheel for the Inventor of Computers” – Poetry by Louie Crew Clay

“St. Aelred,” “reVisit,” and “A Cyber Prayer Wheel for the Inventor of Computers” – Poetry by Louie Crew Clay

Nov 6, 2015

St. Aelred A sacred Order safe enough for God, where loving touch is holy, not profane. God said, “It is not right to live alone!” And you decide to risk — to live that way. A friend rejects your love. It hurts, and yet you alter not. Your friend remains most loved. Our God creates with joy our ev’ry part with lights turned on; our flesh and soul...

Even Big Boys Cry Sometimes

Even Big Boys Cry Sometimes

Jul 30, 2015

I spoke gratitude about your departure, only to find pain and lingering regret. The boxes are piled and strewn about like the bewildering feelings of loss that suddenly appeared. Healing begins here in the same halls where we struggled and dreamt and hoped. Yes, it is for good. But, damnit, tears again? I swore I was over it. But here the deluge returns....

Running Towards the Song I Will Never Hear

Running Towards the Song I Will Never Hear

Apr 13, 2015

Running Towards the Song I Will Never Hear I am the only eye above the painting Running towards the colours I will never see. Striving for the impersonal touch, like kitchen wall paper. I am the only thinker in my mind, always present, always willing to look. And if I don’t, my art will be of no use, not even a hand without fingerprints is innocent. And they...

Miro Burning

Miro Burning

Aug 16, 2014

I bought this Miro limited edition print from a guy who sold it to me as being real. I framed it and had it hanging on a wall until I finally got around to checking it out. I emailed photos of the print to the Joan Miro Foundation in Barcelona and asked for their help in authenticating it. They couldn’t say yes or no if it was original without inspecting it in...

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

Jun 16, 2014

I probably hated most of you at one point or another. For what your kind had done, at one point in time, to me.To those like me. Strangers to you. Hate is a such a strong word. But no, I did. I fact-checked you, had you figured out. There was such perverse safety in knowing the enemy.     I sought out and read everything that you ever wrote. Your...

And Still, Still We Stand

And Still, Still We Stand

Apr 1, 2014

The stones come. Year after year.   Decade after decade. And I, like a fool never fell.   I cannot, could not, fall.   But they hit.  Still they hit. Still they sting. Even now. Especially now. I filled many glasses to numb it all. Merlot. Coque du vin. And said to myself “feel nothing.” And asked. Demanded. What of it all? I...

This One’s for Arthur

This One’s for Arthur

Feb 7, 2014

He’s got the most beautiful eyes, but you should see his soul. I once got a fortune cookie that said, “To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.” I am pretty certain these butterflies, the ridiculous back and forth between his photos and my work, the conversations we’ve had, and the awe I sense in this moment is the real deal. If he’ll let me, I’ll...

Joy and the Striving

Joy and the Striving

Nov 25, 2013

 Joy and the striving  Lord, I aim for joy I root for its essence, Its expression, I fall short; I fail you. My words are frail And besotted with fear For the good and bad, And everybody knows That’s crazy. But desire is here, And madness, a touch. Still, my cup doesn’t just Runneth over, It refills itself, again and again. And yet, What do you get...