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Anything That Stretches You

Posted by on Nov 14, 2012 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 1 comment

Anything That Stretches You

Anything That Stretches You Robert was rather attractive but didn’t have much between the ears. It became apparent early on that he had little chance of passing without special help. Bless his heart, he accepted my offer, and in my office we re-wrote every paper. He was there faithfully. His next paper written all by himself wouldn’t be that much better, nor is mine necessarily, but we worked and we worked and we worked. Near the end of the semester, Robert got just enough better to pass that course with a C-minus, which was the...

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If I Were Wrong

Posted by on Oct 29, 2012 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 1 comment

Scribbled in my makeshift journal during the wee hours of one morning.   If I were wrong; You would salute me An upright Christian man. If I were wrong; A wife by my side Pitter-patter of tiny feet. If I were wrong; A closet A piece of furniture. If I were wrong; Being gay Means I am happy. If I were wrong; The cup of prayerful tears Barren, parched, forsaken. If I were wrong; You would call me Human. If I were wrong; You would think me Normal. If I were wrong; You would give me Keys to heaven. But if I were wrong, Would I have known...

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Destruct Destroy

Posted by on Sep 16, 2012 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Destruct Destroy

destruct destroy the damaged goods the wolves called man are running fast and blank their eyes cut the mother her brown blood dripping pooling at their heels the roughshod feet  rip and gouge her tender face and the four footed bound away to hide and stare at bloody humans with a gun with grenades or a shovel weapons of war that make the earth a barren garden of blasted landscape choked with the debris of our greed    greed for her tender bones for her lovely standing people that gather in groves and shade her face  greed for her space the...

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I Still Wear My Youth, and others

Posted by on Sep 16, 2012 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

I Still Wear My Youth, and others

I still wear my youth I still wear my youth enough so that I’m recognized on the street and in my home, a ruddy cheeked Christian boy, skin thin, soul safe as his secrets. I am a pine talisman to him— his hope and his chagrin— who bore me around his neck who wore me out, to church beneath his Jesus collared tee. I carry him in my shoulders curled, down thin gay finger lengths, and eyebrows raised on days I don’t know who wears whom anymore, kneeling as we trade prayers.   Washing Order Back when we were a bathing race men drew their...

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