the fires of heaven came,
they fell upon the land
destroying the world

one

life

at

a

time;

and so we prayed endlessly;
to our merciful god we sung
until our voices cracked,
until our choir thinned,
until, with one soloist left,
respite and rain blessed the land;

listen as this final ambassador
then lifted a joyous noise
in adulation and cried out –

“praise be to the merciful one
who, hearing our endless lament,
wept tears for the billions dead
and interceded to save this one –
may your love endure forever…”

there are shapes in the fog
that i cannot see in the full light of day.
abstract icons stand illuminated in vague relief,

as the gray world is being unmade,
as the hazy world is being consumed

while i drive toward a horizon that might be the sky,
and a sky that might be the horizon
wondering if we are vanishing into nothingness
or just being born from it.

Over time more and more distinct categories have become recognized and identified in the realm of gender, identity and sexuality. I believe that rather than pointing to increased, infinite and myriad fragmentations and micro-identifications what we are really seeing is growing evidence that gender, identity and sexuality exist within a fluid, three-dimensional spectrum of complexity.

Within such a world there are always some who are less fluid, and more focused on a particular emphasis, but I believe time will bear out that the majority exist somewhere in the vague middle overlapping with and roaming through a variety of places dependent on time of life, experience, nature, nurture etc. but with specific tendencies, comfort zones and leanings.

It’s not about erasing what you’ve done… it’s about choosing what you’ll do.