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waiting for the time to change: 300th post at aids-write.org (300)

Sunday, April 2nd, 2006

wow.
this is the 300th post on the aids-write.org weblog since memorial day weekend and gay pride of last year.
300 songs. i had no idea i’d been that productive.
this is a moment of joy and strength. a moment for gratitude. a moment to ask for cash donations.
this instant, april 1, saturday night, in chilly, rainy, […]

“not a cornfield”–the end: a party (297)

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006

“not a cornfield”–
the end: a party (297)

from the aids-write.org december, 2005 press release for world aids day:
what has corn got to do with aids? “everything,” responded kearns. “here is a spot to find birth and death, life and wisdom, art and story carved into a public space in the city where our hearts can be […]

the sun jumped up (275)

Monday, November 28th, 2005

the sun jumped up
ran through the city
ashine betwixt scrapers
beamquick
clouds on fire
flamefluffed
glowed
three sixty
vaporizing
lowderlong
tied bandannalike
and sweated
by a musclebig
bald gay piledriver
yellow helmet-hat
not quite covering the true
arch’d blue blue blue
ache’d even bluer
surmountable by
dreamcrafted upsteps
as the city spreads
stalkingly past me
neither of us
rests
who dies first
come sunout?
will we know
night’s candles?
i shall. i will. i did.
they’re you
in darknesse
weep
while you
have tears
then laugh
then jump up […]

here is my harvest (274)

Monday, November 28th, 2005

here is my harvest
in a spaceplacetime
bleached of season
reason
ken
kin
and
foothold
here is my death
a miracle
piercing time & spot & story
mine
revisioned
reclaimed
from stretched ashen leaves
hollow stalks
pollen
dust
sun memories
seed
sky sky sky
moon and star
holding hand
along milkway’d night
the furred velvet darknesse
heavy with wingbreath
triumphant & strong & flushed & unfurled
step deep
in sacred soil
sink
find the path
know how to walk again
love with each footfall
grandmother’s heavy breasts
smooth her […]

what is the nature of honor? (273)

Monday, November 28th, 2005

what
is the
nature
of
honor?
how should
i sit
when
seated
so?
how
is it
i know
wisdom?
i have
a river
within
who sings
my song
forever
who cries
my tears
all kinds
who sails
with me
in air
and deed
and word
he is
every river
dark and strong
and deep
and blue-eyed
every song
every breath
my wind-kissage
trembling
all blossoms
each berry
most ears
every branch
pulling at
your knuckled
& shallowed
roothold
of earth
our dark green
shrattl’d roarish
unstopper’d
starbrush’d
current of love
resounds &
sounds &
sounds &
(sounds &)
we have been
one
many times
and more
i stand
for him
he rushes
to gather me in
his heart
honor […]