“…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

The carpet felt more like concrete, as I collapsed beneath the table and erupted into a violent explosion of salty tears and self-hatred. The world I had known was forever changed in the unraveling of my shame, finding a shattered mirror and a fist and a whisper, "wherever you go, there you are." Find me … Continue reading “…It’s a Cold and Broken, Hallelujah”

[S]easonal [A]ffective [D]isorder

there's a few things i'll always remember like the uncomfortable quiet of november and the way happy chases the ever after like a kite without anchor in a natural disaster all contacts deleted like a chorus repeated advice gone unheeded, and the champion defeated there's a few things i'll always remember like the frozen burn … Continue reading [S]easonal [A]ffective [D]isorder

Lost and Found

Several months ago I began meeting with men who are in recovery from addiction(s). At a local city Rescue Mission, we gather in a circle and talk about hope and faith and brokenness. My own experience with rock bottom has given me a greater platform of authority than my degrees. I have been there. I … Continue reading Lost and Found

let me be found in You

as a drop of water is lost in the oceanso is the flight of the alone to the Alonetake from me these november thoughtsof never enough and endless thirstreplace these tears with the solace of Your Presenceif it was all over tomorrowi've been nothing without Youif these lungs inhaled the sudden conclusionthe rapture from this … Continue reading let me be found in You

The Healing Work of Anonymity

Find me here, in the last row of a broken circle. This new family, a worshipping community of African-Americans, has adopted¬†me into the fire of hugs as I sway back and forth to the music. Clapping, standing, sitting, bleeding; my Hosanna was born in a furnace of doubt. My hallelujah is cold and broken.¬†They do … Continue reading The Healing Work of Anonymity

This Little Light – Jay DePoy

When my dad was a little boy, he used to wet the bed. One day he came home from school and the bus stopped in front of his house, and all of kids on the bus looked out the window and saw soiled bedsheets hanging from the clothesline, drying in the breeze.This is my story. … Continue reading This Little Light – Jay DePoy