With tending and patience, you’ll learn to survive. The roots that weren’t broken have kept you alive.

Do I have a “best by date”? And has it already past?

A collection of my favorite haiku to date, in no particular order…

This oath, dear friend, I'll swear to you… Til' the day our death nails ring

I hate myself because I’m not a woman, and because I’m not a man. I love myself for being neither and both… a screwball in God’s plan. 

TW: Gender Dysphoria / Self-loathing

Jesus once said that men such as this would be better off drowned in the sea… with millstones hung around their necks… so why is there a millstone on me? 

TW: Child Abuse & Religious Trauma

9pm on a school night, the bathroom door is locked, the fan on, the faucet running. Eight year old Kenny is anxious, astonished, bewildered, curious, paralyzed and transfixed…

TW: Gender Dysphoria and Religious Trauma

On a cold and damp morning, through a thick, foggy haze, I hiked along a familiar trail, until I discovered a blaze…

I’ve got the magic of old Bombadil. I’ve got Frodo’s PTSD. I’ve got the wanderlust of Bilbo. I’ve got the rage of tortured trees…  

Last night I cried so hard that the angles forgot their errands and listened in, rubber-necking…

I do not fear death, for death is reliable. It sings the oldest song, and if nothing else, the song is true…  

By the rocks, down at Crystal Cove, where salty crustaceans meander cross rows of brown and green seaweed all covered in foam, two rag-tag sailors did happen to roam…