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

Posted by on Dec 9, 2016 in Featured, Poetry | 1 comment

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

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 a safe place and inclusion in the Episcopal Church for gays and lesbians, in 1974 he and his husband, Ernest Clay, founded IntegrityUSA, the international ministry of LGBTQ...

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Transgender. A community love story

Posted by on Apr 4, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Transgender. A community love story

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 to be gone surely this syringe would be the one. One week later at 60 mph the truck parked on the road this would be it i turned and crashed… On the road i stood with merely a...

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

Posted by on Nov 6, 2015 in Featured, Poetry | 0 comments

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

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 are whole. Christians await, expecting God to laugh and know full well God’s rich and joyful sound. And God said, “Get a life! Be born again.” The Spirit moves afresh, untamed by...

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Even Big Boys Cry Sometimes

Posted by on Jul 30, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

Even Big Boys Cry Sometimes

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. Heartbroken. Angry. Jealous of your queen. Even big boys cry sometimes.   BRANDON de HOYOS  is a writer and designer from Houston, Texas. His work has been seen in publications by The...

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Running Towards the Song I Will Never Hear

Posted by on Apr 13, 2015 in Poetry | 0 comments

Running Towards the Song I Will Never Hear

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 shrug off, saying, “It’s only a play, it’s only a book, a radio show, a sketch, a poem…” That is their safety net. Not knowing it is reality, illusion, fantasy, truth… I have...

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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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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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