Poem: A Loose Shadow

A Loose Shadow Take a deep breathto draw in your shadowtil it touchesthe bottoms of your feet.There it will stayuntil you cut it loose againto wander. That second star to the rightcasts little enough light to find your way to morning, yet somehowall the shadows feel like homein the dark. It’s so easy to fadeand… Continue reading Poem: A Loose Shadow

Lessons of 2020: Good Boy Syndrome

Hindsight is 2020, right? Well, even though it’s almost in the rear view mirror, I’m left facing some hard truths. Thanks to a Brene Brown podcast, I stumbled upon something I didn’t have a name for… the so-called “Good Boy” or “Good Girl” syndrome. Apparently this was driven into me at an early age but… Continue reading Lessons of 2020: Good Boy Syndrome

Poem: Another Step

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Another Step Torn apart once again,I collect the piecesand count the missing,losing more each time,wondering when enough is gonewill the world take notice.Back together,I can feel the holesas wind blows throughand tickles what’s left.Never whole, always lookingfor the parts left behind–the memories, people, and thingsto remind me where I started–as I take another stepto start… Continue reading Poem: Another Step

Poem: Ghost

Ghost I have becomean afterthoughtin my own life. Called if needed.Summoned like a daemonto assist their needs. Dismissed as quicklyas the wind. Put back on a dusty shelf,to watch and listenfor another chanceto feel alive. Wondering onlyif I did enough,I drift back to a ready stateand wait for the next call. Thinking that a life… Continue reading Poem: Ghost

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Leave Me Behind

Leave Me Behind I am always here,cheering you onthrough it all,good and bad. Never second guesshow much I love you,or wonder if Istill walk behind you. Be stronger than Orpheus.Resist the urge to look backas you press on. Fly far and fast.Sing free and strong.But leave me behindand know I’ll always be there for you.… Continue reading Leave Me Behind

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The Fallacy of #alllivesmatter and My Cautious Steps Forward to Help

Let me preface this by saying that I am a middle-aged white American male. I was raised in a predominantly white neighborhood. I made my first Black friends in college and afterwards in the workplace. And I know that I might as well be one of the poster children for White privilege. In my heart,… Continue reading The Fallacy of #alllivesmatter and My Cautious Steps Forward to Help