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Miro Burning

Posted by on Aug 16, 2014 in Art & Photography, Poetry | 0 comments

Miro Burning

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 person, but they were very gracious and helpful in giving me factual information. With the information they gave me, I came to the conclusion that it was a fake. The main problem was...

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How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

Posted by on Jun 16, 2014 in Featured, Poetry, Tangentials | 4 comments

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

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 stances, your positions, your apologetics. Your conclusions. It sometimes took me a while, to find the evidence.   But make no mistake about it. I would find it.   I was Inspector...

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Restore Family Values

Posted by on May 3, 2014 in Art & Photography, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Restore Family Values

 “It would be better to be thrown into the sea with a millstone round your neck than to cause the downfall of one of these little ones.” – Luke 17:2 Only love can prevent LGBT teen suicide Because of family rejection, gay teens are 8.4 times more likely to have attempted suicide and 5.9 times more likely to report high levels of depression compared with their peers from families who reported no or low levels of family rejection. (PFLAG New York City)   Suicide is the leading cause of death among Gay and Lesbian youth...

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And Still, Still We Stand

Posted by on Apr 1, 2014 in Featured, Poetry, SOUL FOOD, Tangentials | 0 comments

And Still, Still We Stand

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 can’t feel, yet I feel their burn. And I knew. I saw. Rope in their hands. Did they ask? Ever ask “Who is he? What is he?” No. No. They did not. “Hide in plain...

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This One’s for Arthur

Posted by on Feb 7, 2014 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

This One’s for Arthur

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 love him for the rest of his life, in thick and thin, ‘til death do us part. And if not, it was worth every moment to witness a miracle than none at all.     BRANDON de...

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Joy and the Striving

Posted by on Nov 25, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Joy and the Striving

 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 From me? The blues. I am sorry. A friend spoke once Of my forlornly face, But I want most to shine For you, to embrace The joy, and take its place. Perhaps it is only you Where I will...

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Om Grown Food

Posted by on Oct 25, 2013 in Short Stories, SOUL FOOD | 15 comments

Om Grown Food

Chapter 10: The snappy saga of Dot & Dash continues … ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Dottie looked out her office window, turning from side to side  in her swivel chair.   “Oh, my god, I had such a good time last night,” she said into the phone.  “I cannot believe how delightful Inky Patterson’s artwork is.  I love how he incorporates sand, seaweed, shells, sand dollars, starfish, and bits of driftwood and netting to create his amazing 3D effects.” “You need to go decaf, sweetie,” Dash joked.  “You’re like a hummingbird this...

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A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

Posted by on Oct 23, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

A man chooses death in Belgium * Something went wrong with the surgeries, the article said “Botched,” I believe is the word that was used Born a woman, the man transforming felt like a monster His former breasts ragged remnants, and his manhood A thing of reprehensible sight. He decided the agony had no right to claim him; He chose euthanasia. His mother commented that she was not sorry for the death, “She” had never been a wanted child. Where was mercy lurking, dubious angel That his only dignity lay in a...

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Time Travel Conversations: You Are GAY!

Posted by on Oct 9, 2013 in Short Stories | 0 comments

Time Travel Conversations: You Are GAY!

Time Travel Conversations with my Teenage Self, part 3 —————————————- You are GAY. Just accept it. “You never got married?” He asked with sincere disappointment. “No.” “Girlfriends?” He’s desperate. He’s 17. He wants to get laid. I get that. “A couple.” “Did you…?” He didn’t have to finish the sentence. “No.” “What the fuck, man?” He nearly shouts. “I’m not gonna die a virgin, am I?” This time it’s my turn to let out a sigh. Not at the f-bomb, but over...

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Time Travel Conversations: Get Over Yourself

Posted by on Oct 9, 2013 in Short Stories | 0 comments

Time Travel Conversations: Get Over Yourself

Time Travel Conversations with my Teenage Self, part 2 —————————————- “So you believe me?” I ask. I wince, hoping that I won’t have to go through the whole process with him. “Yeah, I’d recognize that nose anywhere.” “The nose? Not the eyes and hair?” “The nose. You know I practiced drawing it several times.” He gestured back toward the desk below the shelf where his much-newer transformer stood. On it was a notebook that my grandmother had given me when I was...

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