Amidst the Storm (a poem)
So many saw it coming but ignored the warning signs. (a follow-up to my 2016 poem The Coming Storm)
So many saw it coming but ignored the warning signs. (a follow-up to my 2016 poem The Coming Storm)
Foreign governments, bots, trolls, scammers, and paid actors are attempting and, in some cases, succeeding in undermining our country by further dividing us.
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In light of recent events, I thought I’d come clean and share… My Trans Agenda.
Surrounded by people, blind to the tension. This patchwork relationship, this marriage of convenience, is falling apart.
Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.
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Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.
I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.
All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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