Tuesday, July 3, 2018

13 Reasons Why.

Asher began with an
one that was relevant and real.
It was a book turned Netflix phenomena
that travelled to our students in each of our schools.
It is not just limited to teenagers,
but where it begins,
in what we allow to happen, in what we choose to do,
each of us,
each and every one of us.
What we allow.
When we decide,
we do so with choice.
To impinge, intrude, induce and exclude, denigrate and shame by choice,
to make those decisions with harm, by choice.
We do this.
We decide this. 
We will turn "talk"
and turn a blind eye.
Lie about the girl.
Boast about the boy.
We will do what we know will hurt and induce harm,
but will never understand what that harm will do,
how deep it will go,
 where it can lead.
Do you?
So, listen to this.
We have all done things we wish we would not have done,
said words that we would wish back,
not said when we wished we had.
We have been at the mercy of others,
suffered hands while hanging by our teeth.
We have fallen in love where we wish we hadn't,
 blown worlds apart,
of those cherished and loved,
 in family too.
We will do these things,
with misled hearts in misguided direction, void of commonsense ideals
 and what we know best -
but when we do so with flippant disregard, without inkling of remorse,
without care of understanding, preying upon vulnerability,
knowing harms hand in that pain,
then there is culpable responsibility and you need to watch these tales,
read these books
13 reasons why
you do what you do.
And when it is done,
and you have thought, owned and worn,
then make choice to do better.
Yes. Do better.
In understanding we do.
In hopes that we will.
For there will always be that which we can never undo.
You can't stop the future.
You can't unwind the past.
The only way to learn the secret is to press play ...
Hear the voice 
of 13 Reasons Why
we stopped caring when we should.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Yes, long ago.

t'is true,
but that was long ago,
when it mattered,
when it did,
when it counted and discounted
everything in matter,
that matter,
in that way off space of once and long ago,
in real and unreal,
in acute extremes of what is and what was,
we look back and toward,
to that which speaks boldly of forward,
in solidarity of oneself and what is true within that sheath,
to the one thing known to be,
in decency of love
 and self.
T'is true,
when it mattered,
when it did.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Fredrik Backman. A Brand to Love.

Bear Town,
its sequel,
Us Against You,
a story of a hockey town as it falls
written in such a "real, true and honest" way,
you end up thinking this story might just be yours.
"People will say that violence came to Bear Town that summer,
but that won't be true, because it was already there." 
I come from a place of bears, hockey and rinks,
and I know the trap of skating around trying to protect the stupidity of an idea, 
an ideal,
in what you think should be real.
It isn't. Let me just say that straight. It just isn't.
This story, like most of our stories, layer up enough questions
to get us asking ourselves a few,
like what has to happen before someone wakes up to the reality
of being so very wrong about so many things?
Winter. Ice.
The kind of cold that sets more than a chill. 
good people do terrible things in the belief
 that they're trying to protect what they love.
 hating one another is so easy
 that it seems incomprehensible that we could do anything else. 
people have to be allowed to have something to live for, to believe in,
 in order to survive everything else."
Us against You.
"This is the story of what happened afterward." 

Friday, June 15, 2018

A conjuring of.

Stories. Words.
A conjuring of
hard-hitting tales, of truth, courage, redemption, hardship, failure, loss,
death and life,
and the excessive kindness 
that can tug on hearts if only to remind us there will always be those
who will astound us.
Those who will look beyond and forward
and above all with hope.
The leap and bound of our stories,
words that travel into us,
remind and touch us, as gods own gift to the world.
Like letters gone inside words,
our lives cup what they can only hold.
In words. In stories.
The hearts of
ours, yours, mine. 

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

The Shadow of the Wind.

There are books 
that wait in shadowed corners with the haunt of time.
You may hesitate,
for you already know what those words will do.
You will know that you will fall in love after one sentence, one page. 
"I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time."
It will stir something in your heart, 
tell you it has something to say.
Please listen.
Its pages turn slowly,
you make it so.
You want to savor the time you have with it,
 like the gentle hands of a fine woman,
who strokes fingers across your skin, your heart,
each page, each word.
What it whispers into your own hearts,
"You mustn't tell anyone what you're about to see."
Perhaps, don't look with only your eyes.
Perhaps, just feel.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books,  #1)
Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way
into a heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, 
sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover,
or how much we learn or forget -
we will return.
In good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives,
but what one gives up.
The Shadow. The Wind. 
The Haunt of Time.

Past the Shallows.

Forgiving the past?
Forgiving yourself?
Think you can?
Think you should?
The brunt of it,
Past The Shallows.
Past the Shallows

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

The Gentle Wish on a Gentle Man's Sleeve.

What we learn, we wish to share.
We would offer with hands, the answer there.
Once, it was said
 words were everything.
Once, it was told
 actions were what mattered.
Perhaps, there might be cut in between
that allows words to mean as much as our actions lead.
If a man does not master circumstances then he is bound to be mastered by them.
We are all fools of foolish nature
whether to extreme or in moderate dose.
We will know these things
for we have been, believed,
and lived.
We know the roads that took us there.
We know how to have courage.
We have been taught this, and
if you are lucky enough you will also know
love to have and love to give.
You will be a gentle voice and a kind listening ear.
You will know when to be a hand in time, in need.
You will know, because it is simply what your heart speaks.
 Time stills, time lapses,
the trap of all that passes.
You will know
with children in hand,
big and small,
with brave on face,
and uncertainty
the certainty of this,
Let yourself do and lead.
Let your face be that of matter
in need.
Let yourself find
gentle days in and out of all ways.
Let be.
The gentle wish
on a gentle man's sleeve.
A Gentleman in Moscow
"After all, what can a first impression tell us about someone we've just met?
For that matter, what can a first impression tell us about anyone?
Why, no more than a chord can tell us about Beethoven, or a brushstroke about Botticelli.
By their very nature, human beings are so capricious,
so complex,
so delightfully contradictory,
they deserve not only our consideration, but our reconsideration--
and our unwavering determination to withhold our opinion
until we have engaged with them in every possible setting at every possible hour."

Friday, June 1, 2018


We, all of us,
have certain fundamental needs.
The obvious I won't bother going into,
you will know what those are,
and you will also understand the scales that tilt one way or the other
that bring us to our individuality.
But the needs we have 
those that sometimes can not be met,
by circumstance or loss, or by the makeup of what and who we are.
The things you might have to pull your boots up to.
Those are the ones we quietly tip our hats to and perhaps find high places to shelve away.  
I lay testimony to the wars that begin in "I did and did not" streets,
and can tell you the fundamentals in lies that gnarl rapid dogs,
but somewhere tucked amongst all that 
is the essence of what we came to, what we came with to this world,
in all forms, in territory unimpeded, 
without ask or want,
it simply is. 
The existence of itself a tenacious weed in our gardens.
You see,
we can look back and forward at all things,
peel them apart and think that perhaps each moment should have its own tenacity,
its own corner to grow.
We can be severe in and with ourselves, and perhaps even severe with others too.
We can rip apart one thing,
and stitch together another,
but as we do
we turn to ourselves, to that place that asks for the essence of "trueness"
the pinpointed target that had dagger straight through.
If your hands are big or small,
if your hearts exist and are,
then you will look for that "trueness" and you will recognize it
by not how it looks back,
by not how it acts,
but how you turn to it and ask one simple thing,
What can I do?
How can I help?
The God given gift inside us,
born naked, pure, true. 
Look deeply to that capacity,
that does not ask for return of balance,
but gives and in turn receives by that act of "trueness",
that act of what we are,
what is real.
Listen carefully.
Listen to those who stand to war, and to others who stand alone. 
Look carefully,
and ask,
"What can I do?"
There it is. 
The fundamental in each of your hearts.
To give when it is difficult to give.
To hold hand when hands are too far to hold.
To remember that we all can help,
and it is our help to give.
In trueness of love,
in trueness of what we are,
we give. 
Find your love there.
Nagarjuna: The Philosophy of the Middle WayA Theory Of Human Need

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Can I help you?

Can I help you?
Is there something you wish to know,
to say?
Would you like to understand?
Would you like to know the depths,
the surface?
What is it that you want?
What is it you think?
What are you?
From where have you come?
Whom have you travelled alongside and with?
What is your faith and guide?
Who are you?
Who am I?
The daring universe
The Things We Don't Know.
From a letter, we wrote a word ...
The Things We Don't Know (A Shared Human Future #1)

This is what happens...

This is what happens
when you break someone's heart, spirit, life.
They die.
Think about that, as I have done, when you decide what is right
to mess about
in family,
women, children, friends.
For what?
Wave a wand over your own grave,
to not help when there was help needed to give.
 To judge what you did not know.
To talk out the side of your mouth.
To taunt instead of lead
with the God you bend knee to.
To allow when you should have ceased.
So when you think about what's important in life,
what counts,
what matters,
in guided cage at drinking cafes, think on how it is to handle those with dignity,
compassion, care, love for the well-being of future and present,
for the matter and care,
even when you may fail or failed.
Heed this warning of what can happen when you do not.
Heed this warning when your manner becomes a game
for there is greater judgement than I
when you think it means little of nothing.
When you doubt that every heart has not been a link on a chain,
think this on what you do and did.
You killed him
as much as I.
Community of men and women both.
He dies.
Remember that. 
Remember him.
Remember what we did,
to one
better than us all.
El Sol, Se Muere / The Sun, He Dies: A Novel About the End of the Aztec World: A Novel About the End of the Aztec World

Monday, April 9, 2018

Breathings of a Heart.

Fill your writings with the breathings of your heart.
The words of Wordsworth, 
and it is Hoffman who reflects on just that,
our hearts.
We have all experienced pain of some kind
in our life's. It wouldn't be life without times of both good and bad.
Hoffman speaks about the sorrows of her childhood,
and the pain of impacting trauma
and how it was that words helped her through.
To write freely, with no one to judge you, is an antidote to stress and sorrow.
It gives back something you may have lost:
your voice.
So it was, she took herself to another place,
and it was her words that guided her there.
It was what helped her survive, helped her too to understand the loss of the parts of her world.
I wonder how much we choose to 
understand of ourselves and others, and how much we might wish 
that our words could be turned like sunflowers to the sun.
We hope always to do better.
We hope always to find the answers to help that along,
to understand in others as we understand ourselves,
to seek what we can through our experiences and lives,
and through each other,
the right words.
Words of hope
and words of love
from the hearts that speak.
To further read Hoffman's reflections,
here's the link.
The DovekeepersThe Marriage of OppositesHere on Earth

Saturday, March 24, 2018

The learn in give.

In this world,
what can we give?
What do we wish?
If in knowledge and composure,
could we have managed to somehow avoid,
gain, grow and learn?
Could we have gathered to do and be more,
receive and given more?
Could we have tried
to be that person we so admire?
If I could,
in this world,
I would wave a wand and rewrite words.
I would change time and place.
I would wish peace to those who struggle to gain.
I would wish I could change
past to present,
and give one thing to those
harmed and those who harm.
I would wish to give peace,
and sprinkle it like dust across hearts, home, and land.
I would wish,
in this world
that we could forgive as well as we can give.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


Tug on one end and see what lands.
Tug the other and see
where you land.
The inspired.
Words. Thoughts.
Open. Wide.
The AlchemistThe Five People You Meet in HeavenThe Book Thief
The ProphetThe Weight of Glory

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Do you, wonder?

Do you wonder,
wonder do.
When you ask 
what if's, when's and all the things
that should have been.
Do you wonder,
wonder do.
Across the skies and over seas,
the wonder in earth
and soil
and all that slips in between.
In the spaces,
and in the crevice such abyss
there is a face,
 eyes full of wonder do wonder.
Do you?
The Wonder

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

I will tell you a story.

I will tell you a story.
I will whisper it in your ear.
It is a story that is true,
a sad and sorrowful tale.
A story you want to hear.
I will tell you things not seen,
and all those words slipped in between.
I will tell you of
what it is to fall between.
I will tell you
what it is to whisper truth,
what something like that tastes like.
I will tell you a story.
Tell me a story

Monday, April 10, 2017

The Movie Ove.

It's not often
we find things that touch those places in
us that stir up and provoke question,
get us rolling over the hills of our own lives and 
touch our hearts in a way that hooks.
Ove digs into us,
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the movie itself an astounding success as it probes and asks 
us to ponder on our lives,
on what counts,
on those special moments and special people
that stay with us,
challenge us,
 give to us that joyfulness that fills and gives and hopes.
Ove reminds us of love,
 all the aspects and beauty in what we give to each other,
what we have had good fortune to share,
and what we still can give.
You may look at romantic love in this regard,
but love is in what we can do and give to those around us,
those in passing, those we can make difference to,
and those that remain important in our lives.
It's a simple and honest generosity of spirit
without thought of getting anything in return,
but we always do just the same.
In lightness and in truth of heart,
we always, always,
I wish you the joy of Ove,
but most importantly,
I wish you all the joy of 
If in a moment,
if in a day,
let it stay within your hearts
in all and every way.
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