Dear Steele: I wish I could forget about the dreams I once had, the plans I once made, the visions I once created. I think I might just have to break all ties with the person I once was; leave behind everything connecting me to the material you. I am going to have to become my new twin sister. She …
The sadness is written on my eyes
Dear Steele: I would be so good for you right now. I could pry you from that computer screen and take you for a walk in the park; stand barefoot on top the giant fig roots and draw out the energy to give you strength. I could carry you to the beach for a salt bath; float atop the water …
Be gone you vermin (An ode to all the thieves in the world)
Dear Steele: If your best friend stole a lot of money from you would you forgive him? If you did, would you absolve him of his responsibility? Can compassion exist when you demand accountability? Can forgiveness exist where hatred still festers? I could light a fire right now. Pour a circle of kerosene around his feet and knock that cigarette …
Love is magical
Dear Steele: Is my sadness still palpable? Is it sharp enough to cut; heavy enough to bury; powerful enough to bulldoze? I wonder if I am draining drops of energy from you with each tear I shed; or if I am dissipating your focus with each ode I write. I think it’s best you stay away from me; I’m going …
Ancestral Stories: A Celebration of Life!
When our bodies fade to dust, all we have left is stories to share: memories that communicate with our souls and lift us up to continue God’s work. Our eternal spirits existed before our bodies were formed and will perpetuate long after our bodies return to the earth. Join me in celebration of the eternal human spirit, as we honour …