HP Rivers

  • DMs From the Divine

    “There are no coincidences,”The Medicine Woman reminds me.“Only co-incidences.” Kind of like how God likes to slip into my DMswith a breathtaking sunrise,no better possible viewThan my bedroom window… anddare me to call it a coincidence thatI was just begging for a reasonto face another day. “Beloved, You are the reason.” My spirit guides gave…

    HP Rivers

  • A Blessing for Month 19

    When loveFeels like the trenchesAnd the only way outIs through hell –And you have seen enough of hell,Thank-you-VERY-much –And giving upIs the onlyLessDesirable option – Breathe. Be heldBy whatever-the-fuck-in-Godde’s-nameHas carried you this far. And rest there.

    HP Rivers

  • Brave

    I used to buy my courage secondhandAt the Lucky Duck Thrift ShopWhere every purchase supportedLocal kids with autism,And emboldenedLocal queers with trembling handsAnd pounding hearts. They shut downSome time ago;The economy doesn’t seem to like usWhen we’re full of courage,Thirsty for our own power. These daysI hunt it on the street,Holding my own handAs I…

    HP Rivers

  • Burnout

    Dear Person, I hope this message Finds you well, Though your message Did not find me the same. Thank you for your request. It is reasonable, And well within the scope Of my abilities And duties. However, You see, The world is on fire, And I am burning to a crisp As I type. You…

    HP Rivers

  • Feet

    I wash my own feet, And I think nothing of it – It is a mundane thing But it does make me wonder If radical love Need not be radical – It does make me think That the most radical way We can love another Is to love their mundane, Worship their everyday, Revere their…

    HP Rivers

  • Fog

    Inspired by and dedicated to my beloved and brilliant friend, JeKaren, who always reminds me that joy and resilience are spiritual practices. “Fog lifts. We lift. We find what we are looking for with our hands if not our eyes. I think we have to keep asking ourselves where is the joy? JeKaren Olaoya Joy…

    HP Rivers

  • Anxious Love

    We decide to write each other letters To open on our wedding day, The things too vulnerable to speak In front of Godde and everybody, I wonder, “What will happen to the letters?” We say, “til death do us part is for quitters,” but we will die one day, And I imagine your body in…

    HP Rivers