are you kidding me??

Oh, my God. To actually hear the word persection come from Christians regarding Proposition 8--when it seems, in light of the constitution, to clearly be a civil rights issue and not one of religious freedom--deeply saddens and disturbs me.

Sometimes I just cannot believe the rhetoric advancing within the church. If heterosexual Christians aren't protecting the civil rights of others, maybe they deserve to have their own revoked (as very well could happen when you start institutionalizing discrimination).

Pretentiously enough, I sometimes find myself almost wholly convinced that I own the state of Washington.

I planted these trees. I was here when these dirt roads were laid. And how many days have I spent climbing these ladders, pruning and thinning and picking this fruit?

I walk the earth like the original buyer, the contracter, the builder, the dreamer. This is my state. Welcome Home.

late at night i hear the trees singing with the dead

march rainy flakes & steam on the mountains
patchy sunlight, sodden greyish-brown ground, leftover snow

& oh the stars
in the city i had forgotten their proximity!

coyotes, nearly 1 a.m., howling through the windowpanes
everything is bigger here, louder in a different way

and though it comes with harsh words,
though it brings secret & quiet tears
the north is full; it cradles me.