What’s So Special About Jesus (c) 2012 Jon Trott -=- We swim in a billion stories We drown in facts without meaning We thirst for relational love But violent lust is what we’re screening The lights go low on an empty stage The script is missing to the play We ad lib our collective fib Love in the silence we […]

Lowerby Jon TrottYoung, I imagined the limbs of black women wrapped around me, desperate for rescue, desperate for one white heart that understood. I strove with them in loving lust, Knew gentle every inch of skin, a Kiss kiss kiss of my own body, The hope of love rushing toward Only me, there, in the darkness of my white and […]

The Long Way to God (c) Jon Trott, October 2012 Be wary of the words you speak, friend Take care for truth and don’t pretend You know so much when you should know less Trade owning the certain for tenderness The long way to God is a way no less The road she travels is stoney and hard Few there […]

  Beauty and Grief (c) 2012 Jon Trott Beauty and Grief spin inside my prism Colors spilling down across my cheeks I’m not sure of anything except this thing A man will find what a man truly seeks If I write a story that denies self denial If I sing a song that’s too sad to sing My voice will […]

Can We At Least Agree On This? (c) 2012 Jon Trott / Music for Dystopians, Inc. Listening to Boney M sing about Zion’s Daughter Watching Gaza Mother hold her remains after slaughter I wish I had the Spirit of Christmas instead of breaking down Words from another piece of trash blown street-wise in this town But Can we at least […]

The Kama Sutra of the Soul by Jon Trott Here are exact instructions A Kama Sutra of the soul Making love with broken hands You lay me down to make me whole Making love with those ten fingers To the genital of my heart I lie still in desperation Whisper yes so you can start Every nook and every cranny […]

A Prayer for Christmas Week The child, the little lamb Come into the darkness with light God of the margins, silent But moving on this joyous night Secrets of heaven revealed The shepherd faces filled with awe Angels appear in starry field I believe what the poor man saw The child, the little lamb Might I hold the Son of […]

Parricide by Jon Trott Oh, her eyes close down upon it Moan escapes her parted lips No lover’s hands in this harsh place The silent infant finally slips And in his face I see myself Yet not myself as it would prove The blood, the pain, the boy’s first cry The peril’s promise, the Shade of love The awful risks […]

Find out things. Sometimes use a mirror. Sometimes use the window. Sometimes pace the floor. And sometimes walk out the door. Pick up what someone else left. Put down what someone else claimed was important. Pray to understand. Work at understanding, yes, til your muscles ache. Welcome mystery then pester it with a child’s “why”? And as you grow older, […]

One day, without much fanfare, my Mother handed me a beautiful leather-covered book. Its cover was dark blue, and the softly brushed leather embedded with gold letters. I read it. Stunned, I read it again. Though I cannot now put my hand to that book, its message is repeated below. I hope I still have eyes to see, ears to […]