DISCOURSE AT OJAI written by SCOTT UTLEY

HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same womb. The source of all our inspiration never cries but laughs a lot.” HE SAID: If you abort a child whose heart has begun to beat then that is…

KNOCKING ON HEAVEN’S DOOR

… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. You were born without sin. If you don’t believe me, go within and ask Jesus or one of his friends. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.

THANK YOU ~ DIDO

Because of hunting by unknown suspects of the Second Court (The MET’S second court, along with glue-sniffing Sunnyside hippies, this lovely (albeit obnoxious) parrot has been reduced to just a small section of its former habitat. To be exact, the courtyard and fifth-floor roof of 48-25 46th Street, Woodside, Queens, NYC, NY. There are an estimated…

UP ON LACHLAN DERRY HILL

We remain a beacon of light up on the hill, yet we must never let loose the reins of power to those who would be kings or queens. Do not abandon your mighty domain for the fruitless terrain of perverting robber-barons. We together, cannot stand here today, breathing the air of a real, true, manifested destiny, nor…

FANTASTIC DANCE

His ascension came twenty-one days to the day he left his beautiful body. A silhouette was all that we could define through the sun drenched smile he wore. It is impossible to mistake his world-class smile for that of any other. A starlight flurry of goodness blotted out the pain of our broken hearts just…

PER ELISA written by SCOTT UTLEY

I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. But this is not the war I fought. The war here is so much bigger and…

UNTIL THE RAIN CAME

The raven caws three times, then the rain falls. Heaven’s sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness. Above my head, I study the layers of silt & dust on the avocado leaves. I think, “This is the accumulated detritus of this past summer’s Icelandic volcanic eruptions.” It was a summer deadened by the horror of…

BORN TO SHINE ~ DAY LABORER

  Our queen is a day laborer. We are the lords of her kingdom. Blessed be our lovely queen, forever and ever. Amen. Our queen is between our eyes. She never calls herself a guiding light. We do. Her wisdom is priceless.  She gives it away for free. Not because she has to, because she wants to. Why…

ERASING MISS LIBERTYh

ERASING MISS LIBERTY Written by Scott Utley While driving to Hollywood looking to score, I was abruptly transfixed by a metaphor on the side of a building near UCLA; a bastion of justice for those who can pay. A mural the color of deep-Memphis blue; the Statue of Liberty crying for you. I could not…

PRAYING MANTIS WIDOWED BLACK

A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, emerald eyes framed by black and ivory sable, hair electric-blue; a Da Vinci etched upon marbled cashmere, I watch her shimmer just as the horizon of a vain-glorious Fourth of July will do. She sways with the earth’s rhythm as our elevator falls free from the top of the world. Between…