tired

who is tired?
to whom can you go?

i am tired.

tired in the bones
tired in the brains
tired in the heart

i am weary and worn
like chalk cliffs in a storm
pale white and collapsing
into the arms of a welcoming sea

still i am held up
there are threads of hope
like carbon fiber scaffolding
running criss-cross through my core
diving deep into the earth
resisting the urge to collapse
and vibrating from the ferocity
of a thousand different winds
until this new thing resonates,
this song of an unknown strength
comes forth to mock the tempest

i know now
that each push to drive you down
sends new roots into the soil
until we come through
like the twin oaks we are
forever entwined.

September 19, 2025 – love

And this is love…

A willingness to give up everything

For the sake of one another,

Anything else is merely dust

Even fear is no match for it

Learning to Hate

Living in the midst of this hangover of watching the United States (and other countries) implode in a dizzying display of anger, violence, murder, suspician, xenophobia and more, I wonder at how this will affect my own country – Canada.

What I see south of the border is nothing short of civil war as society becomes increasingly divided, and not simply divided by a crack but a grand canyon-sized chasm that cannot be leapt.

How does one get to where things stand today? How do neighbours, family, friends, co-workers and more come to such a place of confrontation and ultimately hate?

The path to hate is quite simple actually, the real question is why hate in the first place?

We hate because we find it difficult to hurt the ones we are close to. We hate because we struggle to hurt the ones we love.

Hate is employed as a tool numbing and ultimately killing (because hate is an act of murder) the feelings that prevent us from lashing out and attacking the people we disagree with. We become so angry that dialogue and debate are not working, so angry at people for not coming to “our side” on the basis of our sound arguments that we wish to employ harsher measures – arrest, violence, censorship, etc.

But, we find that we struggle to attack the ones we love and act in ways that will no doubt hurt them and so, in the end, rather than digging deeper into relationship and reconcilation, we walk the path of hatred.

While hate is a choice, one does not simply hate a person overnight. You start by finding things about them that simply annoy you…things that get under your skin. Their liberal or conservative nature, their beliefs, the things they eat, the people the listen to or read. You dwell on these things and rationalize your growing dislike for them. You push them away, you stop talking to them.

Overtime this path leads you to dehumanize them. They are not a person, they are the ideas and things you do not like. Once this happens the step into full blown hatred is easy. You see them as a threat, as the other, as a thing to be eliminated at all costs.

The hard thing about hatred is it’s also the response of the hated. Hatred reinforces and creates hatred. If I hate you, you will likely come to hate me. You will start employing the same tactics in reverse.

Hatred makes us do horrible things. Hatred makes us feel horrible things. When we do and feel horrible things there is a very real danger that we, in the end, will become horrible things. Hatred never ends well for anyone, especially for the one who hates. Hatred transforms us into monsters.

The only antidotes for hatred are love and relationship. This is why hatred fights so strongly against them…love and relationship inocculate a person against hate. It is difficult to hate a person we are in relationship with, a person a see and talk to…it is impossible to hate a person we are in love with.

The question, of course, in our divided times, is who will leap across the divide first and seek to repair and restore broken relationship?

Morning

To wake at dawn

And watch the world gain shape

Is a most enjoyable endeavor

Like seeing a tree emerge

From the depths of a thick fog

A kind of witness to creation

Where something

Rises up from nothing

And you are a part of it

A new thing

Unburdoned by previous days

Locked

There are three locks

That secure the cage

Three cast shadows

Unbreakable in any age

Shame is the first

To snap itself shut

Fear follows close

With deceit rounding the trinity

There are no keys

There is no freedom

When these are in place

You are owned,

You are imprisoned

Only truth

Wielded like a hammer

Can shatter these bonds

September 18, 2025 – desire

What is more intoxicating

Than deadly desire

Over which whole wars

Have been won and lost?

Helen of Troy cone to mind.

Perhaps just one thing –

To be desired…

People seek it like opiates

That it might consume them

That it might consume

The world around them

Like mainlining value and validation

Straight into the heart;

And like any drug

It wears off after a while

So you go cold turkey

Or you rob the convenience store

Maybe kill a few people.

To get more, more, more

That it might devour you

And leave you lying in the street

A dried husk of yourself… forgotten

The Skibidi Column

My column in this week’s Winkler Morden Voice and Altona Rhineland Voice newspapers.

September 17, 2025 – Time

Remember

When everything was future

And all things lay ahead?

No one wants the destination,

Not really…

We all just want to drive;

The closer we get

The more stops we make

Trying to delay the inevitable

Until eventually

You pull into the parking lot

And you say…

“That’s it folks, time to get out”

But you just want to wait

A little bit longer

To watch the sun set

Into the western sea

And maybe fall asleep.

Wasp

I see a wasp

The last one of the season

(Maybe)

It comes in the morning

To sample my breakfast

And whisper thank yous

As small buzzes in my ear;

Soon it will be gone

The way of all wasps

When the wind grows cold

And the short days darken;

I shall eat to its memory

Alone without its yellow, black,

Without its wing’ed gratitude

Until the sun beckons forth

Both myself and its replacement

To sit and share together again.

September 16, 2025 – carve

Carve out this thing within me

This great, dark lump;

Carve out this festering stone

That seeks to pull a man down;

Tear open the dry rib cage

And rip away, rip away, rip away

This endless wellspring

That floods my body so

That I could drown if not for the air

That slips past and fills my lungs;

Cut away this beating pest

This false,  sick source of life

That I might become a grey man

A character from a Dicken’s novel

Who can stand and watch the worst of us

Without even a breath, a tear, or even fear

That all things end in fire.