Tear Down the Crossroads

It's a weird and scary time out there. And you know what? Times like these are perfect for tearing down the old pathways to make way for the new. When there is trauma and despair and disbelief and bigotry and hatred, there is no better time to make those big changes that we may have dreaded before. The shoe has already dropped. The crap has already hit the fan. There is no worse time... and there is no better. Why not now?

In honor of creating new paths, here is a poem that was custom written for me on an old style typewriter. Thank you, Brian Sonia-Wallace. Bryan Brown and Olya Petrakova at Schkapf Theater gave Zeina Baltagi and me gallery space at their "Crying Party" (the final show they would put on in the little Hollywood space). At the event, this poet composed and typed up dirges upon request. I asked for one to honor pathways I no longer needed, and he gave me this gem:

Tear down the crossroads
signs, trample them underfoot
two roads diverged in a yellow wood
so I started a forest fire
both paths lay
in leaves the flames had
scorched to dust
oh I saved my steps for
Sunday mornings
midnight rambles
pathless
through the mire
I  crunched bread or maybe
bones, I tore down
runway lights to keep in
flight
@bsdubs