CHRIST, rhymes, & Life

Love me One more time Kiss me Into the day Hug me Home Press your head into me Let me feel the cold of your nose Pin me down with your paws and don’t let me leave Let’s take a nap Go ahead Curl at my feet Take up all the space We can get out of bed slow Whenever you’re ready We’ll play like tomorrow wasn’t knocking Tug of war, or chew up whatever you want, or tag in the street Let’s go for a walk As long as you want to go One more time Make me think forever possible From the beginning, you were full of life I remember when I first saw the blue in your eyes And I felt my grip start to slip off this leash I have been looking for a language To describe how longing interrupts joy How time has become my greatest nemesis As broken as this home was I never knew how empty it could be Without your welcome Without your nails tapping on the tiles Without your sniffs and sneezes Or your snores and farts Without your bark And your smile, in all it’s radiance Everything you touched became light And ...

Hope is my center. Hope in God, who cares for both the body and soul. Hope for a better world. Hope for liberation. Hope for restoration. These past couple months I've spent a great deal of time reimagining what these look like as well as my place in all of this. And I'm always brought back to the idea of hope. Not in the sense of wishing for something, gambling with fate. But knowing that because of where my hope is, what I hope for will one day come, whether I get to see it fully bloom or not - hope deferred is still hope. So though my faith may often be like the waves, I know that hope is that steady rock. My reality is grounded by my hope in the Heavens. And while I have lost it many times, it pulls me back to remind me that restoration will come. Liberation will come. The better world we long for will come.  Our country has been on fire, as we are in the midst of a double pandemic and a revolution. I have been slow to speak because I have always been one to let things mari...

What math is there to teach? but Infinity: the worth of a soul. How other factors need not be considered to justify a breath a life is not to be reduced yet again the mourning is compounded by anger Today, I am not interested in other angles Don't talk to me about isolated variables the pattern of recursive evil  is enough proof of how fucked up the order of operations is; it will not lead us to an answer not when the explicit and implicit functions are derivatives of white supremacy So how can I affirm absolute value in a system that was never for them - one that thrives on inequalities and disproportions not seeking reasons for their lives to matter but only to subtract their humanity and simplify them to statistics? Forget them standards Instead I will teach to distribute power to see their beauty in the equation of a better world We will sing of #'s and of hope and fight for the exponential joy that is mightier than the bullet  but I am so damn tired of teaching math.